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Baby momma wanna suck the Don off at the concert
And they gets no pay like Frank Sinatra, bitch
I do this shit my way
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch
Do
as long as there's a song to sing
Then I will stay younger than Spring

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for 8 weeks in 1948
-competing versions charted by Frank Sinatra (#7), Sara Vaughn (#8), and
-Dick Haymes (#11).
-Words and Music by Eden Ahbez


There
Sinatra and stand for president

Painting by numbers is easy to do
Painting by numbers I want to paint you

If I had a ladder I'd climb up to the sky
Worry When He's Nice And Warm 
His Girl By His Side And The Lights Turned Low 
He Just Says, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

(Frank) I Don't Care!
Worry When He's Nice And Warm 
His Girl By His Side And The Lights Turned Low 
He Just Says, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

(Frank) I Don't Care!
Worry When He's Nice And Warm 
His Girl By His Side And The Lights Turned Low 
He Just Says, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

(Frank) I Don't Care!
tonight my pockets were overflowing
She stole my return ticket and I didn't even know it
I prayed to the saints and all the martyrs 
For the secret life
and all the martyrs
For the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In America the law is a piece of ass
I`m a deportee
and all the martyrs
For the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In America the law is a piece of ass
I'm a deportee
is cryin'

You know if I can sing pop tunes like
Frank Sinatra or Sammy Davis Jr.
I don't think I still could do it
Cause Lucille don't wanna play
I pray to the saints and all the martyrs 
For the secret life of Frank Sinatra 
But none of these things have come to pass 
In America the law is
'm varsity, chump, your JV 

(Jigga)
[Notorious B.I.G.] 
Nigga baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious 
Delicious, Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
Dear Robin 
Hope you dont mind me writing, its just that theres more than one thing I 
need to ask you. If youre so anti-fashion, why not wear
pays my bills and soothes my soul
There really really isn't
A whole lot more around
Except for Frank Sinatra and the Big band sound
I want music in
to the end
Of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I got the routine
So drop another nickel
In the machine
I'm feelin' so bad
I
If I had luck, be a lady
If I had one night with Frank
One more time

Just making whoppy
If I had one for my baby
If I had luck, be a lady
If I had
Frank Sinatra
Fly me to the moon

I'm in love with fools like you
I'm in love with doing the twist
I'm in love with the bodies that scream
They fall
Take my advice
It doesn't get easier watching the golden orbs floating out of the bars
And into space there's Frank Sinatra on the Juke box
Pause
I think it's crying.

You know, if I could sing pop tunes like Frank Sinatra
Or Sammy Davis Junior, I don't think I still could do
It, 'cause
my family in Pennsylvania
Searchin' for work I hit the road
I met Frank in east Texas
In a freight yard blown through with snow

From New Mexico
Edit
Okay, let's begin

Compound, a substance composed
Of two or more elements
Chemically combined
In definite proportions by weight

Mixtures, two
'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
(Jigga) Jay-Z

And Bigga baby!
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road
you're JV
Jigga, Jay-Z

And Bigga baby
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62's, gem stars, my
me?
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
(Jigga) Jay-Z

And Bigga baby!
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made