paroles de chanson Cold, Cold Heart - Nat King Cole
Some
fellows
love
to
tiptoe
through
the
tulips
Some
fellows
go
on
singing
in
the
rain
Some
fellows
keep
on
painting
skies
with
sunshine
Some
fellows
must
go
swinin'
down
the
lane
But
I'm
bidin'
my
time,
'Cause
that's
the
kind
of
guy
I'm,
While
other
folks
grow
dizzy,
I
keep
busy,
Bidin'
my
time.
Next
year,
next
year,
Somethin's
bound
to
happen,
This
year,
this
year,
I'll
just
keep
on
mappin',
And
bidin'
my
time,
"Cause
that's
the
kind
of
guy
I'm,
There's
no
regrettin',
When
I'm
settin',
Bidin'
my
time.
I'm
bidin'
my
time,
"Cause
that's
the
kind
of
guy
I'm,
Beginnin'
on
a
Monday,
Right
through
Sunday,
Bidin'
my
time.
Give
me,
give
me,
Glass
that's
bright
and
twinkles,
Let
me,
let
me,
Dream
like
Rip
Van
Winkle.
He's
bided
his
time,
Like
that
Winkle
guy,
I'm
chasin'
'way
flies,
How
the
day
flies,
Bidin'
my
time.
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