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Full Moon and Empty Arms - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)
Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have roused the devils wrath
Cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains
I try to give a party but the guy upstairs complains
I guess I'll go thru life just catching colds and missing trains
Everything happens to me
I never miss a thing I've had measles and the mumps
And every time I play my ace my partner always trumps
I guess I'm just a fool who never looks before he jumps
Everything happens to me
At first my heart thought you could break this jinx for me
That love would turn the trick to end despair
But now I just can't fool this head that thinks for me
So I've mortgaged all my castles in the air
I telegraphed and phoned sent an Air Mail Special too
You answer was goodbye there was even postage due
I fell in love just once and then it had to be with you
Everything happens to me
I've never drawn a sweepstake or a bank night at a show
I thought perhaps this time I'd won but Lady Luck said no
And though it breaks my heart I'm not surprised to see you go
Everything happens to me
Everything happens to me
