Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;Men were deceivers ever;One foot in sea and one on shore,To one thing constant never;Then sigh not so,But let them go,And be you blithe and bonny;Converting all your sounds of woeInto. Hey nonny, nonny.Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,Or dumps so dull and heavy;The fraud of men was ever so,Since summer first was leavy.Then sigh not so,But let them go,And be you blithe and bonny,Converting all your sounds of woeInto. Hey, nonny, nonny.
martes
Rumour has it.. ;)
Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds,You made a fool out of me,And, boy, you're bringing me down,You made my heart melt, yet I'm cold to the core,But rumour has it I'm the one you're leaving her for..
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