Letra de Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out To Dry / In The Wee Small Hours Of The Mo - Frank Sinatra

The torch I carry is handsome
It's worth its heartache in ransom
And when that twilight steals
I know how the lady in the harbor feels
When I want rain, I get sunny weather
I'm just as blue, blue as the sky
Since love has gone, can't get myself together
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
Friends ask me out, but I tell them I'm busy
Must get to get a new alibi
I stay at home, and ask myself: "Where is she?"
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
Dry little tear drops, my little tear drops
Hanging on a string of dreams
Fly little memories, fly little memories
Remind her of our crazy schemes
Yes somebody said, just forget about her
So, I gave that treatment a try
And strangely enough, I got along without her
Then one day she passed me right by - oh well
I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry

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