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I've been long, a long way from herePut on a poncho, played for mosquitoesAnd drank 'til I was thirsty againWe went searching through thrift store junglesFound Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampooAnd Benny Goodman's corset and penWell, okay I made this upI promised you I'd never give upIf it makes you happyIt can't be that badIf it makes you happyThen why the hell are you so sad?Get down and real low downYou listen to Coltrane, derail your own trainWell who hasn't been there before?I come round, around the hard wayBring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the breadAnd serve you French toast againLetras de cancionesWell, okay I still get stonedI'm not the kind of girl you'd take homeIf it makes you happyIt can't be that badIf it makes you happyThen why the hell are you so sad?If it makes you happyIt can't be that badIf it makes you happyThen why the hell are you so sadWe've been far, far away from herePut on a poncho, played for mosquitoesAnd everywhere in betweenWell, okay we get alongSo what if right now every thing's wrong?If it makes you happyIt can't be that badIf it makes you happyThen why the hell are you so sad?If it makes you happyIt can't be that badIf it makes you happyThen why the hell are you so sad?
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"If It Makes You Happy" as written by Sheryl Crow, Jeffrey Trott
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