(Robinson, Stamford)
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Maybe I talk too much,
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Maybe I've lost m' touch.
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I guess I don't know what's cookin'
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'Cause I just can't see for lookin'.
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Other boys have their chicks,
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Two, three, four, five or six.
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I don't seem to get a bookin'
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'Cause I just can't see for lookin'.
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I'm kinda crazy,
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Like a daisy
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Up that well known tree, poor me.
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I'm sittin', hopin',
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Horoscopin'
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Won't some sista take a chance with me?
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I've been around the town,
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Everyone brings me down.
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I give up hope, I'm just a dope.
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There ain't no gals for hookin',
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I just can't see for lookin'.
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~interlude~
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I've been around the town,
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Everyone brings me down.
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I give up hope, I'm just a dope.
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There ain't no gals for hookin',
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I just can't see for lookin'...
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No, just can't see for lookin'...
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No, no.
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I Just Can't See For Lookin'
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| Nat King Cole |
