my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
Lying in my bed, I think of you That song goes through my head, the one we both knew In each line lies another line full of sacred sound But you're outside
: Lying in my bed, I think of you That song goes through my head, the one we both knew In each line lies another line full of sacred sound But you
