(F. Ahlert, J. Young)
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I'm gonna sit right down
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And write myself a letter,
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And make believe it came from you.
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I'm gonna write words oh, so sweet
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They're gonna knock me off of my feet,
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A lot of kisses on the bottom,
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I'll be glad I got 'em.
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I'm gonna smile and say,
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"I hope you're feeling better,"
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And close with love, the way that you do.
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I'm gonna sit right down
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And write myself a letter,
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And make believe it came from you.
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I'm gonna sit right down
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And write myself a letter,
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And make believe that it came from you.
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I'm gonna write words oh, so sweet, yeah!
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Lotta kisses on the bottom,
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I'll be glad I got 'em.
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I'm gonna smile and say,
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"I hope you're feeling better,"
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And close with love, the way that you do.
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I'm gonna sit right down
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And write myself a letter,
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And make believe it came from you...
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I'm gonna sit right down
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And write myself a letter,
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And make believe it came,
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Make believe that it came from you!
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I'm Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter
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| Nat King Cole |
