paroles de chanson Don't Get Around Much Anymore - Michael Bublé

I miss the Saturday dance
I heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore

I thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore

Mmm-whoa, darling, I guess
My mind's more at ease
But nevertheless
Why stir up old memories?

Been invited on dates
Might have gone, but what for?
Awfully different without you
And I don't get around much anymore, let's go

Oh, I miss that Saturday dance
But I heard they fluttered the floor
Mmm, couldn't dig it without you
No, Mama, I don't get around much anymore

Thought I'd visit the club
But I only got as far as the door
No, they'd have asked me about you
And I don't get around much anymore

No, darling, I guess
I guess my mind's more at ease
But now, forever and nevertheless, babe
Why stir up memories?

I've been invited on dates
I might've gone, but what for?
It ain't no good without you, baby
And I don't get around much anymore

And, no, I
Baby, I
And no, I
I don't get around much anymore