paroles de chanson Sweet Georgia Brown - Johnny Mercer

No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown
Two left feet, but oh, so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown
They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown
I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie, not much

It's been said she knocks 'em dead when she lands in town
Since she came why it's a shame how she's cooled 'em down
Fellas she can't get are fellas she ain't met
Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her, Sweet Georgia Brown

All those tips the porter slips to Sweet Georgia Brown
They buy clothes at fashion shows with one dollar down
Fellas she can't get are fellas she ain't met
Who's that mister, taint her sister, it's Sweet Georgia Brown