Lyrics

Maybe far away or maybe real nearby He maybe pouring her coffee She may be straightning his tie Maybe in a house All hiddin' by a hill She's sittin' playing piano He's sittin' paying a bill Bettcha their young Bettcha their smart Bet they collect things like ashtrays and art Bettcha their good Why shouldn't they be? Their one mistake was giving up me... Soo maybe now it's time And maybe when i wake, they'll be there calling me baby Maybe... Bettcha he reads Bettcha she sews Maybe she's made me a closet of clothes Maybe their strict, as straight as a line Don't really care as long as they're mine! So maybe now this prayer's the last one of it's kind Won't you please come get your baby Maybe...
Writer(s): Charles Strouse, Martin Charnin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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