Esimesed 16 rida.
She confessed her love to me , then she vanished on the breeze
Trying to hold on to that was just impossible
She was more than beautiful, closer to ethereal
With a kind of down to earth flavor
Close my eyes
It's three in the afternoon
Then I, I realize
That she's really gone for good
Anybody seen my baby
Anybody seen her around
Love has gone and made me blind
I've looked but I just can't find
She has gotten lost in the crowd
I was flipping magazines, in that place of Mercer Street
When I thought I spotted her
Getting on a motor bike, looking really lady like
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