When Louis came home to the flat He hung up his coat and his hat He gazed all around, but no wifey he found So he said, „Where can Flossie be at?”
A note on the table he spied He read it just once, then he cried It ran, „Louis dear, it's too slow for me here So I think I will go for a ride”
Meet me in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair Don't tell me the lights are shining Any place but there
We will dance the Hootchy-kootchy I will be your tootsie wootsie If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair
Meet me in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair Don't tell me the lights are shining Any place but there
We will dance the Hootchy-kootchy I will be your tootsie wootsie If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fairTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
