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Farewell, OK<br> | Farewell, OK<br> | ||
You'll be on your way<br> | You'll be on your way<br> | ||
You'll be on your own now<br> | You'll be on your own now<br> | ||
But to my dismay<br> | |||
I can't go on<br> | I can't go on<br> | ||
After what you've done<br> | After what you've done<br> | ||
There are two words that sound like pray<br> | There are two words that sound like "prey/pray"<br> | ||
But I'm not going to tell you which one I'm thinking of<br> | |||
Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)<br> | Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)<br> | ||
Farewell, OK<br> | Farewell, OK<br> | ||
<br> | <br> | ||
I thought you'd change<br> | I thought you'd change<br> | ||
Get a little humble<br> | |||
You strike | You strike your strange disposition<br> | ||
Like a drummer hits a cymbal<br> | Like a drummer hits a cymbal<br> | ||
And rings on in the vicinity<br> | |||
From an instant thrill to infinity<br> | From an instant thrill to infinity<br> | ||
And that doesn't seem like a sin to me<br> | |||
Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)<br> | Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)<br> | ||
Farewell, OK<br> | Farewell, OK<br> | ||
<br> | <br> | ||
Ran my hand in the rhythm along the | Ran my hand in the rhythm along the ballroom wall<br> | ||
Felt the rumble of the bass through the entrance hall<br> | Felt the rumble of the bass through the entrance hall<br> | ||
And the door flung open to a mascara cry<br> | And the door flung open to a mascara cry<br> | ||
I can't shake the sound of | I can't shake the sound of "How could you or why?"<br> | ||
I can't get the stain off my hands ever since<br> | |||
From the fake marble pillar past | From the fake marble pillar past a curtain of chintz<br> | ||
A splatter of steps on a | A splatter of steps on a chalk floor pattern<br> | ||
A trim of black lace on a | A trim of black lace on a hem of red satin<br> | ||
<br> | <br> | ||
Goodbye, so long (So long, so long)<br> | Goodbye, so long (So long, so long)<br> | ||
There's no right or wrong (No right or wrong)<br> | There's no right or wrong (No right or wrong)<br> | ||
This might be the final word | This might be the final word I chance in the very last dance<br> | ||
The appeal of the trumpet to a pearl of red laughter<br> | |||
The appeal of | Of lipstick and kisses right here under the rafter<br> | ||
Of lipstick and kisses | |||
A fumble for heaven in a thimble of draft<br> | A fumble for heaven in a thimble of draft<br> | ||
And a seldom of Elvis in the velvet hereafter<br> | |||
Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)<br> | Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)<br> | ||
Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)<br> | Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)<br> | ||
Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)<br> | Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)<br> | ||
Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)<br> | Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)<br> |
Latest revision as of 14:12, 7 January 2022
Farewell, OK
Farewell, OK
You'll be on your way
You'll be on your own now
But to my dismay
I can't go on
After what you've done
There are two words that sound like "prey/pray"
But I'm not going to tell you which one I'm thinking of
Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)
Farewell, OK
I thought you'd change
Get a little humble
You strike your strange disposition
Like a drummer hits a cymbal
And rings on in the vicinity
From an instant thrill to infinity
And that doesn't seem like a sin to me
Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)
Farewell, OK
Ran my hand in the rhythm along the ballroom wall
Felt the rumble of the bass through the entrance hall
And the door flung open to a mascara cry
I can't shake the sound of "How could you or why?"
I can't get the stain off my hands ever since
From the fake marble pillar past a curtain of chintz
A splatter of steps on a chalk floor pattern
A trim of black lace on a hem of red satin
Goodbye, so long (So long, so long)
There's no right or wrong (No right or wrong)
This might be the final word I chance in the very last dance
The appeal of the trumpet to a pearl of red laughter
Of lipstick and kisses right here under the rafter
A fumble for heaven in a thimble of draft
And a seldom of Elvis in the velvet hereafter
Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)
Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)
Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)
Farewell, OK (Farewell, OK)