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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Вокал
Nelson Riddle
Nelson Riddle
Дирижер
Alvin Stoller
Alvin Stoller
Барабаны
Bill Miller
Bill Miller
Фортепиано
George Van Eps
George Van Eps
Гитара
Paul Smith
Paul Smith
Челеста
Phil Stephens
Phil Stephens
Бас
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Kay Swift
Kay Swift
Композитор
Paul James
Paul James
Автор песен
Nelson Riddle
Nelson Riddle
Аранжировщик
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Voyle Gilmore
Voyle Gilmore
Продюсер
John Palladino
John Palladino
Инженер

Слова

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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