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She stood there on his steps cryin'
Told him that his friend had been lyin'
And “I got nowhere else to go
And the night is getting cold
Could I stay here with you for a while?“

What could he do- with her eyes that blue?
The writing was on the wall
But lovin' and losin' sure beats not living at all

Conversation and California wine
Billie Holiday and bedroom eyes
One thing turns to two
And with a sky full of moon
He'll bet ‘all in' on a 2 and a 5


But what could he do- with her eyes that blue?
The writing was on the wall
But lovin' and losin' sure beats not living at all

Well, the words come rushin' to his brain
And tumbled off the edge of his tongue
When she just smiled back at him he felt his age
And he thought “Hell, you old man... what's done is done”

She blew a kiss to him from her window of the bus
And it hit him like a jab in the guts
He swallowed down some pain, walked home in the rain
While she sailed off into the sun

But what could he do- with her eyes that blue?
The writing was on the wall
But lovin' and losin' sure beats not living
Yeah, lovin' and losin' sure beats not lovin'
Yeah, lovin' and losin' sure beats not living at all

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