"Almamalıydın o geceyi kalbine..."
Two shots of happyOne shot of sad
You think he’s no good
Well he knew he was bad
Took him to a place
Now he can’t get back
Two shots of happy
One shot of sad
We walked together down a dead end street
Mixing the bitter with the sweet
Don’t try to figure out what we might’ve had
Just two shots of happy
One shot of sad
He was a singer
Some say a sinner
Rolling the dice
Not always a winner
You said he was lucky
But hell, he made his own
Not part of the crowd
Not feeling alone
"nancy sinatra"
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