Brisa Roche

Jim
Jim doesn't ever bring me pretty, pretty flowersJim never tries to cheer my lonely hoursI don't know why I'm so crazy, crazy, crazy for JimJim never, never, never tells me I'm his heart's desireI never seem to set his love on fireGone, gone are the years I have wasted on himSometimes when I get feelin' lowI say, I say let's call it quits, quits, quits, quitsThen I hang on and let him goBreakin', breakin', breakin' my heart in bitsSomeday, someday, someday, someday I knowThat Jim will up and leave meBut even when he does you can believe meI'll go on carrying, carrying the torch for my JimSometimes when I get feelin' lowI say, I say let's call it quits, quits, quits, quitsThen I hang on and let him goBreakin', breakin', breakin', breakin' my heart in bitsSomeday, someday, someday I knowI know that Jim will up and leave meBut even when he does you can believe meI'll go on carrying, carrying, carrying the torch for my JimMy Jim, my Jim, my Jim From Letras Mania