.Under a blue and white beach umbrella
Siting pretty waiting on a fella
Who Iâm fairly sure will be a no show
So I pack up my things and trudge home,
Clasping my clutch down the avenues I know
Every tramp casting every shadow
I donât know why Iâm singin.
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