Baltimore Oriole. Took one look at that mercury, forty below. No life for a lady. To be draggin' her feathers around in the snow. Leaving me blue, off she flew.
Baltimore Oriole. Took one look at that mercury, forty below. No life for a lady. To be draggin' her feathers around in the snow. Leaving me blue, off she flew.
Every night while I'm undressin'. Sayin' my prayers and lightly confessin'. I can hear hot licks. From a set of drums upstairs. . Well, it couldn't be Johnny 'cause he isn't there.