Tipsy Topsy Turvy

You're always tipsy topsy turvy
And you are always feeling blue
I once loved you true my darling
And I thought you loved me to
But the time has come to say
You keep going on your way
I'll go straight on mine
I used to take you out dancing
And I gave you a good time
We hit all the night clubs
The high spots, the low spots
And all the dives
But you with you're flirting ways
And always your roaming eyes
Now the neighbors are always talking
And what they say isn't fit to hear
That your phone is always ringing
And there is a new one on the line
So you better go on your way
I'll go straight on mine

by Claude P. DeHerrera

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