Текст песни Billie Holiday - One for My Baby
Billie Holiday - One for My Baby слова песни
Johnny mercer / harold arlenIts quarter to three, theres no one in the placeExcept you and meSo set em up joe, I got a little storyI think you should knowWere drinking my friend, to the endOf a brief episodeMake it one for my babyAnd one more for the roadI know the routine, put another nickelIn the machineI feel kind of bad, cant you make the musicEasy and sadI could tell you a lot, but its notIn a gentlemans codeMake it one for my babyAnd one more for the roadYoud never know it, but buddy Im a kind of poetAnd Ive got a lot of things Id like to sayAnd if Im gloomy, please listen to meTill its talked awayWell thats how it goes, and joe I know your gettinAnxious to closeThanks for the cheerI hope you didnt mindMy bending your earBut this torch that I found, its gotta be drownedOr its gonna explodeMake it one for my babyAnd one more for the road