Duke Ellingtons big band
I take the train to Saint-Louis
with three little words on my
mind, but maybe they won't
mean a thing to you, girl.
Love is the saddest tale even
with a cocktail for two ! Oh babe,
someday I'll buy you a house by
the sea, so I'm beginning to see
the light but next week I' ll be
blue again and not satisfied.
So, come to me, baby ! Do !
I guess it was a slip of the lip !
Stop the train and drop me off
in Memphis where my big band
won't take my love for granted !
Isn't love the strangest thing
if it ain't got that... swing ?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| David Matser: | Zondag, november 13, 2016 16:35 |
| Tetedetedettem... Ik hoor 't helemaal, dikke hit! | |
| Avr: | Zondag, november 13, 2016 12:11 |
| "als muziek in de oren"! De laatste strofe! Mooi schrijven! mvg Avr | |
| wervelende regenboog: | Zondag, november 13, 2016 09:33 |
| leuk geschreven! | |
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| Auteur: Claudelaire | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 november 2016 | ||
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