People always ask me why
What's the matter with me?
Nothing matters when I'm with
my baby
With my back turned, looking
down the path
We'll go walkin' hand in hand
Laughin' fit to beat the band
With our backs turned, looking
down the path
People always ask me why
What's the matter with me?
Nothing matters when I'm with
my baby
With my back turned, looking
down the path
Some may have, and some may
not
God, I'm thankful for what
I got
With my back turned, looking
down the path
With my back turned, looking
down the path
With my back turned, looking
down the path
Marco Giunco |
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