It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe He's got a smile that makes the lilac wanna grow He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh Oh, when they know my little Joe is passing by
Sometimes the cabin’s gloomy and the table’s bare Oh, then he’ll kiss me it's Christmas everywhere Troubles fly away and life is easy go, Does he love me good? That's all I need to know Because happiness is just a thing called Joe My little Joe, little Joe, my litle JoeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
