Billie Holiday - Big Stuff текст песни

Leonard bernstein

So you cry

Whats it about, baby?

You ask why

Blues had to go and pick you

So you go

Down to the shore, kids stuff

Dont you know

Theres honey in the store for you, big stuff

Lets take a ride on my gravy train

The door open wide

So you stare

Call it despair, baby

Dont you care

Im on the square about you

Lets have a try

It maybe that youre my guy

Lets take a ride on my gravy train

The door open wide

Come in from out of the rain