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YOU TURNED THE TABLES ON ME
Benny Goodman

I used to be the apple of your eye
I had yo with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
YOU TURNED THE TABLES ON ME
Benny Goodman

I used to be the apple of your eye
I had yo with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
YOU TURNED THE TABLES ON ME
Benny Goodman

I used to be the apple of your eye
I had yo with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
YOU TURNED THE TABLES ON ME
Benny Goodman

I used to be the apple of your eye
I had yo with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
YOU TURNED THE TABLES ON ME
Benny Goodman

I used to be the apple of your eye
I had yo with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
YOU TURNED THE TABLES ON ME
Benny Goodman

I used to be the apple of your eye
I had yo with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
counts the money underneath the bar
Who writes the wrecking ball in two wild guitars
Don't tell us you need us, 'cause we're just simple fools
Looking for
wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
I walk through the streets of the city
As quiet as quiet can be
The boys on the corner are looking for a fight
And all of 'em looking for me

I
a born enchanter
Looking for the faith I lost
Lord do right by me and let me go
Down in my city of dreams, where I need to go

Yeah...
Cause I'm a born
by the city
They lost sight of the reasion
They lost count of the days

And they were two souls searching for each other
One spirit looking for
If there is a Cinderella
Looking for a city fellow
Listen to my serenade in blue

Toss at night upon my pillow
Mournful as a weeping willow
hypnotized by the city 
They lost sight of the reason 
They lost count of the days
And they were two souls searching for each other 
One spirit looking for
Light up light up
Light up your lazy blue eyes
Moon's up nights up
Taking the town by surprise
Night time night time
Day left an hour ago
City
When you look toward the city
A monument to there
(And as) you (walk through) to the streets
The people (looking sceared)

And there are parts
the bar
Who writes the wrecking ball in two wild guitars
Don't tell us you need us, 'cause we're just simple fools
Looking for America, coming through
the bar
Who writes the wrecking ball in two wild guitars
Don't tell us you need us, 'cause we're just simple fools
Looking for America, coming through
'cos we're just simple fools
Looking for America crawling through your schools

(I'm looking out over that Golden Gate bridge
Out on a gorgeous sunny
Sits the one I'm looking for
Sailing over to Damascus
Landing on this desert shore

Arriving in the golden city
I start to sing my chant d'amour
Without
counts the money
Underneath the bar
Who rides the wrecking ball
Into our guitars

Don't tell us you need us
'Cause we're just simple fools
Looking for
Sitting in our rooftop garden, looking down below
Sitting in our rooftop garden, waiting for the sun
Isn't it lovely watching a plane go by?
What
A small boy walked down a city street
Hope was in his eyes
As he searched the faces of the people he'd meet
For one he could recognize

Brother,