Linda
Linda, Linda . . . Morning noon an' night I find Linda's always on my mind . . . When I go to sleep, I never count sheep, I count all the charms about Linda! An' lately it seems, In all of my dreams, I walk with my arms about Linda . . . But what good does it do me, For Linda doesn't know I exist, Can't help feelin' gloomy, Think of all the lovin' I've missed! We pass on the street, My heart skips a beat, I say to myself, "Hello Linda!" If only she'd smile, I'd stop for a while, Then I would get to know Linda! But miracles still happen, And when my lucky star begins to shine, With one luck break I'll make Linda . . . Someday I'll betcha, I'm gonna getcha! < instrumental break > Oh, Linda, Linda . . . < instrumental break > My Linda, Linda . . . < instrumental break > We pass on the street, My heart skips a beat, I say to myself, "Hello Linda!" If only she'd smile, I'd stop for a while, Then I would get to know Linda! But miracles still happen, And when my lucky star begins to shine, With one luck break I'll make Linda . . . I'll make Linda mine! Hmmm Words and Music by Jack Lawrence, 1947 Warock Music ASCAP  
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