I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter
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I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I'm gonna write words oh so sweet
They're gonna knock me off my feet
A lotta kisses on the bottom
I'll be glad I got 'em
I'm gonna smile and say: "I hope you're feeling better"
And close with love the way you do
I'm gonna sit (right) down and write myself a letter
(And make believe it came, though I know it's not the same)
And (I'll) make believe (that) it came from you
I'm blue ev'ry Monday thinkin' over Sunday
That one day when I'm with you
It seems that I sigh all day Tuesday and I cry all day Wednesday
Oh, my, how I long for you
And then comes Thursday
Gee, it's long and never goes by
Friday makes me feel like I'm gonna die
But after payday is my fun day, I shine all day Sunday
That one day when I'm with you
Jeepers creepers, where'd you get those peepers?
Jeepers creepers, where'd you get those eyes?
Gosh all git-up, how'd you get so lit up?
Gosh all git up, how'd it get that size?
Golly gee, when you turn those heaters on,
Woe is me, got to put my cheaters on.
Jeepers creepers, where'd you get those peepers?
Oh those weepers, how they hypnotize!
Where'd you get those eyes?
Forget your troubles and just get happy, you better chase all your cares away.
Sing Hallelujah, come on get happy, get ready for the Judgment Day.
The sun is shining, come on get happy, the Lord is waiting to take your hand.
Shout Hallelujah, come on get happy, we're going to the promised land.
We're heading 'cross the river, wash your sins 'way in the tide.
It's so peaceful on the other side.
Frank Sinatra
