Letras

Ruthie, what are you doing here?
Harry, did you send a case of whiskey to the credit manage of Fischer Fabrics?
And three dresses to his wife?
Have I told you lately?
How could you be so stupid?
You look so lovely
I work in a law office, Harry
One of our clients happens to be Fischer Fabrics
Each time I see you, my heart melts away
Everybody knows, the minute you try to bribe a credit man, it's all over the trade that you're desperate for cash
In the rush of simple everyday things
Sometimes you don't say things
You take me seriously, goddammit
You don't have to shout, from now on I'm outta the kitchen
What's more, I can't stand your cigarette brand and I'm switching
I'm unhappy with things, the way they've occurred
It is time to face facts, and not mince a word
Certain parties named Bogen are getting the bird
Au revoir, fare thee well, and goodbye
And I'll tell you why
A funny thing happened on my way to love
I lost that young fella I'd been dreaming of
He changed while I waited and hoped for his call
To someone who's no fun at all
No tears, no hurt surprise
It's worth a pleasant glow, I realize
That I'll start forgetting, what else can I do?
And much thanks for letting me practice on you
Just think of the treasures, the joy, and delight
I'll give to my own mister right
My own mister right
So hasta la vista, ta-ta, toodle-oo
The world will keep turning
But not around you
There's someone else waiting who's more than a friend
Best wishes and dishes I'll send
Thank you so much
So long, I'm on my way
Thanks for the buggy ride, and may I say
If I had that much love, so deep, true, and strong
Already to hand you, my dear mister wrong
Just think of the treasures, the joy, and delight
I'll give, as long as I live, day and night
To my own mister right
Written by: Harold Rome
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