Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
In front of you, a cocktail glass with
melted ice and a pink straw, she wants you to come
You are going home, but on your way out
You meet an old friend
So you have another drink
Before you know
other friends arrive, great fun, and we sing
It is four before you get home and crash on the couch
And you know when you wake up at noon
She will not be mad, you will be sad; say it with flowers
and a promise to be home every night
Before the Ed Sylvain show
The phone rings, and an old crooner is having his last show
You can't miss that
His wife can come along, it will be fun, but we can't
We have to behave around Nancy
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