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Merrilee
Vision of beauty my sweet Merrilee
Folded her wings and she hid them from me
I was an island and she was the sea
So i raise up a glass to my sweet Merrilee
Singing La, ladum da da
La, ladum da dadum da da
La, ladum dum dadum dum dadum da da
Vase full of violet, top of the shelf
But I never knew what she had kept to herself
Locked up her heart and she swallowed the key
So I raise up a glass to my sweet Merrilee
Singing La, ladum da da
La, ladum da dadum da da
La, ladum dum dadum dum dadum da da
There came a time when I had to believe
That the heart that I wanted was not on her sleeve
I was a pauper and she was the queen
So I raise up a glass to my sweet Merrilee
Singing La, ladum da da
La, ladum da dadum da da
La, ladum dum dadum dum dadum da da
And you speak of the past but the past is not done with you
She says hello and you think she's in love with you
But you tip your hat to the stranger you never knew
From Letras Mania