The Rubinoos - My Little Red Book Lyrics
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My Little Red Book
My Little Red Book Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For My Little Red Book By The Rubinoos?
I just got out my little red book
The minute that you said good-bye I thumbed right through my little red book I wasn't gonna sit and cry And I went from A to Z I took out every pretty girl in town They danced with me And while I held them All I did was to talk about you Hear your name and I'd start to cry There is just no getting over you No girl who's in my little red book Just ever could replace your love And each girl in my little red book Knows you're the one I'm thinking of Won't you please come back to me? Without your precious love I can't go on Where can you be? I need you so much All I do is to talk about you Hear your name and I start to cry There is just no getting over you, no, no, no Won't you please come back to me? Without your precious love I can't go on Where can you be? I need you so much All I do is to talk about you Hear your name and I start to cry There is just no getting over you, no, no All I do is to talk, talk about you Hear your name and I start to cry Well, there is just no getting over you, no, no All I do is to talk, talk, talk Hear your name and I start to cry There is just no getting over you |
Who Wrote My Little Red Book By The Rubinoos?
Hal David, Burt Bacharach
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What's The Duration Of The My Little Red Book By The Rubinoos?The duration of My Little Red Book is 2:41 minutes and seconds. |
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