Perry Como - Glendora Lyrics
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Glendora
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What Are The Lyrics For Glendora By Perry Como?
I'm in love with a dolly named Glendora
She works in the window of a big department stor-a! Eyes of blue, hair like gold Never been young, but she'll never get old Oh Glendora, I want to see more of you! O' Glendora, o' Glendora O' Glendora, I want to see more of you! She's so shy that I don't know how I found her With three big bodyguards always workin' around her! One just nods, an' two just grins An' three got a mouth full of safety pins O' Glendora, I want to see more of you! (You more of you) O' Glendora, o' Glendora O' Glendora, I want to see more of you! (More of you) I stand left an' I stand right Outta my head 'cause I'm outta sight O' Glendora I want to see more of you! Late last night at the store they did some changin' An' I stood watchin' when they started re-arrangin' She lost her wig, she lost her arms An' when they got through she lost all of her charms O' Glendora, what did they do to you? (What they do, what they do, what they do) O' Glendora, o' Glendora O' Glendora (what did they do to you) (What they do, what they do, what they do) O' Glendora, o' Glendora O' Glendora (what did they do to you) (Do to you, oh what did they do to you) O' Glendora, what did they do to you? |
Who Wrote Glendora By Perry Como?
Ray Stanley, Joe Reisman
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What's The Duration Of The Glendora By Perry Como?The duration of Glendora is 2:47 minutes and seconds. |
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