William Sharp - Nice Work If You Can Get It Lyrics
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Nice Work If You Can Get It
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What Are The Lyrics For Nice Work If You Can Get It By William Sharp?
The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny Likewise the man who works for fame There's no guarantee that time won't erase his name The fact is, the only work that really brings enjoyment Is the kind that is for girl and boy meant Fall in love and you won't regret it That's the best work of all, if you can get it Holding hands at midnight 'Neath a starry sky Nice work if you can get it And you can get it if you try Strolling with the one girl Sighing sigh after sigh Nice work if you can get it And you can get it if you try Just imagine someone Waiting at the cottage door Where two hearts become one Who could ask for anything more? Loving one who loves you And then taking that vow It's nice work if you can get it And if you get it, won't you tell me how?" Just imagine someone Waiting at the cottage door Where two hearts become one Who could ask for anything more? Loving one who loves you And then taking that vow Nice work if you can get it And if you get it, won't you tell me how?" |
Who Wrote Nice Work If You Can Get It By William Sharp?
George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin
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What's The Duration Of The Nice Work If You Can Get It By William Sharp?The duration of Nice Work If You Can Get It is 2:47 minutes and seconds. |
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