Writers: Fats Waller/Andy Razaff Gee, how I miss Your tender kiss, And the wonderful things we would do. Now I run my hands Through silvery strands-- You left me blue turning grey over you. You used to be So good to me-- That's when I was a novelty. Now, you've new friends in view, You've found someone new, And left me blue turning grey over you.
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