'30s American Songbook ballad. It even starts with a verse. Homage to Lorenz Hart, always cynical and poignant, and funny and sad, and ever so slightly twisted.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
I have the standard affliction
Of thinking my life is non-fiction.
The older I get, the more I can bet
It’s all a daydream to me.
Now the morning comes blinking,
I’ve spent another night thinking,
All I have learned, where you’re concerned,
It’s just a blue reverie.
But...
If I drive a great big car
Bring you stardust from a star
If I keep your mojo in a jar
Maybe you would fall in love with me.
If I sell my hair to buy your fob
If you weren’t such a snob
Maybe if I had a job
Maybe you would fall in love with me.
Someday, maybe, if the stars align,
I’ll be yours and, baby, you’ll be mine.
If I ask you pretty please
Soothe you like a summer breeze
Maybe someday Hell will freeze
And maybe you will fall in love with me.
If I beg on bended knees
Swing you through the jungle trees
Maybe someday Hell will freeze
And maybe you will fall in love with me.
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