Текст песни Billie Holiday - Big Stuff

So you cry What's it about, baby? You ask why Blues had to go and pick you So you go Down to the shore, kid's stuff Don't you know There's honey in the store for you, big stuff Let's take a ride on my gravy train The door open wide So you stare Call it despair, baby Don't you care I'm on the square about you Let's have a try It maybe that you're my guy Let's take a ride on my gravy train The door open wide Come in from out of the rain
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