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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Vocals
Nelson Riddle
Nelson Riddle
Conductor
Alvin Stoller
Alvin Stoller
Drums
Bill Miller
Bill Miller
Piano
George Van Eps
George Van Eps
Guitar
Paul Smith
Paul Smith
Celesta
Phil Stephens
Phil Stephens
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kay Swift
Kay Swift
Composer
Paul James
Paul James
Songwriter
Nelson Riddle
Nelson Riddle
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Voyle Gilmore
Voyle Gilmore
Producer
John Palladino
John Palladino
Engineer

Lyrics

I took each word she said as gospel truth The way a silly little child would I can't excuse it on the grounds of youth I was no babe in the wild, wild wood She didn't mean it I should have seen it But now, it's too late I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams Now it seems This is how the story ends: She's gonna turn me down and say, "Can't we be friends?" I thought for once it couldn't go wrong, not for long I can see the way this ends: She's gonna turn me down and say, "Can't we be friends?" Why should I care though she gave me the air Why should I cry, Heave a sigh, And wonder why, And wonder why? I thought I found the gal I could trust, Watta bust, this is how the story ends: She's gonna turn me down and say, "Can't we be just friends?"
Writer(s): Kay Swift, Paul James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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