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Sinatra Nancy Nancy In London

Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled

Friday's child.....Hard luck is her brother Friday's child.....Her sister's misery Friday's child.....Her daddy they call hard times Friday's child.....

I have tried to make you love me I've done everything your way And I'm crying for the words you'll never say You think love is an illusion That must

They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway (On Broadway) They say there's always magic in the air (On Broadway) But when you're walkin' down that

There's a little bird that somebody sent Down to the earth to live on the wind Going on the wind and he sleeps on the wind This little bird that somebody

Wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin' Plannin' and dreamin' each night of his charms That won't get you into his arms So if you're looking to find