written by George Goldner
#39 in 1958
Every night I go to bed
Fall on my knees and I pray
For my love.
Although he doesn't love me
He can stay just for me,
I pray.
He used to love me with all his heart n'soul.
I always stayed with him just like he was a toy.
And so I know it just didn't pay
To kiss, my love, and break, his heart, and try to run away.
Why, oh why, does he hurt me so?
I hold on. . never thought he'd ever go.
Every night.
Every night. . . ouuu huu ouuuuu
Every night. . . ouuu huu ouuuuu. . . . |
