The Waltz Of The Tennis Player

Meg Baird

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The reason i get so upset when you talk disassuredly
Is where on earth is it leading?
The cowboys have trouble with reading,
The mistletoe is leaving your head on my shoulder
My, my, my.

Your love for me, is an overnight sensation;
My love for you, is an overnight sensation too!

Constance, what a name, you should have said felicity,
How did you hear i was hungry?
That's nonsense, marie, and you know it,
The liquor has made you a little bit bolder,
My, my, my.

Your love for me, is an overnight sensation;
My love for you, is an overnight sensation too!

Incense, velvet, simplicity, religion,
Where on earth are you going?
The cowboys are sprinkling mycelium;
The mushrooms keep growing in every new boot print,
My, my, my.

Your love for me, is an overnight sensation;
My love for you, is an overnight sensation too!