Oh she may be weary. Them young girls they do get wearied. Wearing that same old miniskirt dress. But when she gets weary. You try a little tenderness.
How much do I love you? I'll tell you no lie. How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?. How many times in a day do I think of you?. How many roses are sprinkled with dew?.
Goodnight sweetheart. 'Til we meet tomorrow. Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep will banish sorrow. . Tears and partin'. May make you forlorn. But with the dawn.
She may be weary women do get weary. Wearing that same old shabby dress. But when she's weary try a little tenderness. She may be waiting just anticipating.
Window seat thirty thousand feet above the ground. Blue moon beams on silver wings brings me down. Slippin' off my coat for the long night flight. I find a note she wrote last night.