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Thu, 24.09.2009

MISTY by Erroll Garner.

Look at me,
I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree,
And I feel like I’m clinging to a cloud,
I can’t understand,
I get misty just holding your hand.

Walk my way
and a thousand violins begin to play,
Or it might be the sound of your hello,
that music I her,
I get misty, the moment you’re near.

You can say you’re leading me on,
But it’s just what I want you to do.
Don’t you notice how hopelessly I’m lost,
That’s why I’m following you.

On my own,
as I wander through this wonderland alone,
Never knowing my right foot from my left,
My hat from my glove,
I get misty

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