In Vegas he presented
With Dean and Sammy, playing
Singing in the Palms for ever
I wish he’d lived for me to see him.
And when the night comes over
And I play him on my iPod
Lying on my bed I wonder
Who would he now sing for?
Blue Moon, I am not longer alone
His way gets a kick out of me
Strangely, he makes me feel so young
He surely is under my skin
Start spreading the news
He is in Chicago, his kind of Town
Or he’s flying to the moon
And in the Summer Wind I hear him croon.
PAAR
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