The morethe fool I am, the more the happy whistler you are, You Long Tall Sally, and I am in love again, standing on the corneron the street where you live, on Blueberry Hill, as I am the great pretender in my blue suede shoes.
Now, due to the wayward wind, I’m just walking in the rain, carrying sixteen tons of shame while you are wearing his band of gold, and I can imagine you telling him on the phone, “Tonight You Belong to Me” all because you're in your ivory tower with the green door on Blueberry Hill and you wonder about me, thinking, Hot Diggity Dog Ziggity Boom! Why do fools fall in love?
It only hurts for a little while and maybe no, not much for the hound dog that I am, I’ll be home soon at the heartbreak hotel with a sweet old-fashioned girl, and I’ll tell her to love me tender. Then, que sera, sera.
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