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Debutant's Lament

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Truly a re-lyric of "Summertime", a beautiful and classic show tune. Heard my version sung in a local jazz club to rave applause each show. That lady really could 'mood' the song as it told one spinster's life's story. This was originally listed as a lyric, having been derived from my efforts to sing 'Summertime' without knowing all the words and, being too lazy to look them up, I made up new ones that focused, in my mind, on the result of spoiled self-absorption to the point of losing life perspective, as well as an unearned sense of self satisfaction. Wow. Did I say that? Well, it was quite a typical theme in movies of the late 40s and 50s set in 'regal' southern society. Some 'deb' would toy with gentlemen's emotions and intentions until she lost her chance for love. So, now life sucks. Well, what about that guy. Many must have felt like quite the 'toy', but never in heart. One of those 'toys' might have been 'the guy'; but didn't feel he had a chance, because she was always the gracious flirt and played one against the other. Yeah, the drama of it all. Fit for Hallmark?

Summertime…they say the livin’ is easy, Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high. They say your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’; So hush now pretty baby…there's no reason to cry. One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’. Take a look around and think you’ve got it all. You’ll have your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money, And all the boys in town at your beck and call. Summertime…Yes, the livin’ is so easy, Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun. No time to stop and think about your future And what life will bring when Summer’s done. ‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever. Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall; And in your quiet moments, you'll sit and wonder How you came so far, but have no love at all. Summertime....They said the livin’ was easy; Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; And now, your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy.

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