Singing songs Sinatra sang
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Sal the gardener is drunk again
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She is gone but he remembers
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Polka dots and breathing hard
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He dances with an angel in the yard
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Shapes his cracking lips around her favorite parts and dips her down
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And you can hear him singing songs Sinatra sang into her ear
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Stepping left and turning right
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Their fingers laced together well
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And he can smell her sweetness if he's still
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Sunflower wallflower wait in vain, he tips his cap and starts again
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And you can hear him singing songs Sinatra never sang so dear
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Car horn blow from time to time
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Barking dog or a lazy chime
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Any Friday's band will do just fine
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Sal The Gardener
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| Holly Palmer |
