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Ain't Cha Comin' Out - Glenn Miller
Each night at eight under her window he'd wait
He would look up and shout:
"Ain't cha comin' out my pretty pretty Mammo
Ain't cha comin' out tonight"
He never played music for his serenade
He'd just look up and shout:
"Ain't cha comin' out my pretty pretty pretty Mammo
Ain't cha comin' out tonight"
He couldn't strum a guitar a banjo or mandolin
He couldn't sing tra-la-la
He couldn't whistle or hum
He'd just come there and shout:
"Ain't cha comin' out
Ain't cha comin' out
Ain't cha comin' out
Ain't cha comin' out"