Text size:
BbmI'm tired of saying
That I Abwon't get lost ever again
Who knowsF, maybe I wBbmill
And everywhere I go
There I'll be
With a Abrusty old rake in a pile of leaves
Oh myF, truly dauntingBbm
But my Fblue eyes
Cannot sBbmee
That their Freal hue is probably gBbmreen
I should keep Frecords of these Abthings
And I'll Fknow what Abyesterdays Bbmbring
I'm, I'm not really sure
But I'm Abstarting to think that I've been here before
Who Fknows
Maybe I Bbmhave
And everywhere I went
There I was with a Abchoir of bees
They were all a buzz
FOh my, how Bbmamusing
But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
But...
BbmOne time, there was this Abone time
When I swore FGod, she spoke to Bbmme
And she Bbmtold me, oh yes she Abtold me
Of all the Fwonder that she couldBbm bring
And I said,
BbWon't you, won't you fill me Abup with it, won't you fill me Fup with it,
Won't you fill me
BbmWon't you, won't you fill me Abup with it, why don't you fill me Fup with it,
Why don't you fill me
BbmWon't you, won't you fill me Abup with it, why do't you fill me Fup with it,
Why don't you fill meBbm Ab F Bbm
But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I am always here with me
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
📱 Compartilhe esta música
💚 Compartilhe com amigos músicos