
Jim
Brisa Roché
Jim doesn't ever bring me pretty, pretty flowers
Jim never tries to cheer my lonely hours
I don't know why I'm so crazy, crazy, crazy for Jim
Jim never, bever, never tells me I'm his heart's desire
I never seem to set his love on fire
Gone, gone are the years I have wasted on him
Sometimes when I get feelin' low
I say, I say let's call it quits, quits, quits, quits
Then I hang on and let him go
Breakin', breakin', breakin' my heart in bits
Someday, someday, someday, someday I know
That Jim will up and leave me
But even when he does you can believe me
I'll go on carrying, carrying the torch for my Jim
Sometimes when I get feelin' low
I say, I say let's call it quits, quits, quits, quits
Then I hang on and let him go
Breakin', breakin', breakin', breakin' my heart in bits
Someday, someday, someday I know
I know that Jim will up and leave me
But even when he does you can believe me
I'll go on carrying, carrying, carrying the torch for my Jim
My Jim, my Jim, my Jim



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