These foolish things remind me of you And still my heart has wings Oh, how the ghost of you clings! How strange how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me Oh! Will you never let me be? Oh! Will you never set

Oh baby, you know what I like Hello, baby Yeah, this is the Big Bopper speakin' Ha ha ha ha ha, oh you sweet thing Will I what? Chantilly lace and a pretty face And a pony tail a-hangin' down

All cause I need your love All cause I need All that I need your love Brown skin (brown skin) honey (honey, oh) Oh, so sweet You do things that's only for the camera (camera, camera) Oh, oh, girl I'm in hell, now, now Flights in the mornin' Just keep

Broken hearts make it rain Sweet-faced ones with nothing left inside I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know That we all can love, that we all can love, that we all That we all can love, that we all can love, that we all When I

Yeah some kind of gift they're given That makes this life worth livin' And it makes a man a man Somethin' about a woman Yeah some kind sweet little something That I may never understand Oh there's nothing like that She pulled her hair back to sun her

You'll find out that the deepest cut is the first time (Ooh) The first times always cut the deepest Going on, my first impression, I recall you wearing white There was something sweet in the air, babe, that summer night There will always be another time

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the

Yeah some kind of gift they're given That makes this life worth livin' And it makes a man a man Somethin' about a woman Yeah some kind sweet little something That I may never understand Oh there's nothing like that She pulled her hair back to sun her

These foolish things remind me of you And still my heart has wings Oh, how the ghost of you clings! How strange how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me Oh! Will you never let me be? Oh! Will you never set

But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town, And most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown. Again I want to see and do the things we've done and seen, Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar, And there's forty shades of green. I close my eyes