Текст песни Sweet Georgia Brown - Anita O'Day
No
gal
made
has
got
a
shade
On
sweet
Georgia
brown,
Two
left
feet,
oh,
so
neat,
Has
sweet
Georgia
brown!
They
all
sigh,
and
want
to
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
cools
them
down!
Fellas
she
can't
get
Must
be
fellas
she
ain't
met!
Georgia
claimed
her,
Georgia
named
her,
Sweet
Georgia
Brown!
No
gal
made
has
got
a
shade
On
sweet
Georgia
Brown,
Two
left
feet,
oh,
so
neat,
Has
sweet
Georgia
Brown!
They
all
sigh,
and
want
to
die,
For
sweet
Georgia
Brown!
I'll
tell
you
just
why,
You
know
I
don't
lie;
not
much:
All
those
gifts
those
courters
give,
To
sweet
Georgia
Brown,
They
buy
clothes
at
fashion
shows,
With
one
dollar
down,
Oh,
boy!
Tip
your
hat!
Oh,
joy!
She's
the
cat!
Who's
that,
mister?
'Tain't
a
sister!
Sweet
Georgia
Brown!
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