And nobody holds me
And nobody knows me
Nobody knows me like my baby
But it was a dream made to
order
South of the border
And nobody knows me like my
baby
And she cried man how could
you do it
And I swore that there weren't
nothing to it
But nobody knows me like my
baby
And nobody holds me
And nobody knows me
Nobody knows me like my baby
And I like cream in my coffee
And I hate to be alone on
Sunday
And nobody knows me like my
baby
Marco Giunco |
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