When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I d let the old Earth make a couple of whirls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around, she came
Oh, it s a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn t got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I ll spend with you
These precious days I ll spend with you
September, November
And these few precious days I ll spend with you
These precious days I ll spend with you
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Categorias: Letras Frank Sinatra
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