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Let Me Go, Lover

- Artist: Joan Weber
- peak Billboard position # 1 for 4 weeks in 1955
- competing versions charted by Teresa Brewer with
Let Me Go, Lover

- Artist: Joan Weber
- peak Billboard position # 1 for 4 weeks in 1955
- competing versions charted by Teresa Brewer with
dreams,
In a land of love, it seems, Just with you.

Let me call you "Sweetheart," I'm in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper that you love me too.
dreams,
In a land of love, it seems, Just with you.

Let me call you "Sweetheart," I'm in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper that you love me too.
dreams,
In a land of love, it seems, Just with you.

Let me call you "Sweetheart," I'm in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper that you love me too.
There is a house in New Orleans
Call it the rising sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me, oh lord, I'm one

If I'd listened
dreams,
In a land of love, it seems, Just with you.

Chorus: Let me call you "Sweetheart," I'm in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper that you love
dreams,
In a land of love, it seems, Just with you.

[Chorus]
Let me call you "Sweetheart," I'm in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper that you love
and girl you know I got you 
You got what I need, and shorty it's all on you 
Baby call on me 

Pardon me, but let's be specific 
Baby cause if you down
end it on this (it's over)

Just one more each
One last kiss (it's over)
Let's end it on this
Let's end it on this

I open up, you ignore me
You're not
and let me tell you
What my love is to me.

?Candy?
I call my sugar ?Candy?
Because I?m sweet on ?Candy?
And ?Candy? is sweet on me

He/She
dancing so sleazy
I get a call like where are you Yeezy
Try to hit you with a 'Oeur de Whopee'
Till I get flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these niggas got me
flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these nigga's got me,
I hate these nigga's more than the Nazis

As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never
need, and shorty it's all on you
Baby call on me

Pardon me, but let's be specific
Baby 'cause if you down with me, nigga we can kick it
And let's
the mirror dancin' so sleazy
I get a call like, "Where are you, Yeezy?"

And try to hit you with the ol' wopty
Till I got flashed by the paparazzi
Damn,
creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like

No, I ain't never been pimped by
?
Partner, let me upgrade you

Partner, let me upgrade you
Flip a new page
Introduce you to some new things, and upgrade you
I can (up), can I (up), let
said that when you wrote to me
But I'm not as certain as I ought to be
I lost the pages
It didn't seem to matter then
There's a lot of things I
like a stone

Won't you please call my family
Tell them not to cry
My goodbyes are written
By the moon in the sky
Say nobody knows me
I've got no
what you suppress, try to forget.
Now I have arrived to let you feel what is rightfully yours.

You are to me like an open book,
On page one you will
your mind to pieces
You'll recommend me to your motha,
Your sista, your aunts, and your nieces

Listed in the yellow pages
All around the world
30
calls late at night
Of pictures a constant reminder
No burning of inpassioned pages
Or returning them to sender

you send a letter to 
The only one
to Mexico
I came into the place, you party people, just to let you know
My name is the Young MC, ladies want to come to me
And when they're in my arms,
?
Partner, let me upgrade you

Partner, let me upgrade you
Flip a new page
Introduce you to some new things, and upgrade you
I can (up), can I (up), let
Partner let me upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Flip a new page
Introduce you to some new things &
Upgrade you
I can (up),
Can I (up), let me