Baixar Mais Tocadas: ouvir Peggy Lee

Look at my face. I know the years are showin’. / Look at my life. Still don’t know where it’s goin’. / I don’t know much, but I know I love you, / and that may be all I need to know.

I was young, I was just sixteen then, / when you came up from Burma one day. / And you told me to pack up my suitcase, / and I did, and you took me away.

That old master painter from the faraway hills / painted the violets and the daff-o-dills / He put the purple in the twilight haze / then did a rainbow for the rainy days

I’m a girl and by me that’s only great / I am proud that my silhouette is curvy / that I walk with a sweet and girlish gait / With my hips kind of swivelly and swervey

I wait alone here in the Mexican sunlight, / but the Mexican sunlight seems so lifeless and cold. / Sad and forlorn, I try to find consolession / with a man desperession, I cannot withhold.