| <Frank Sinatra> page <The Columbia Years 1943-1952: The Complete Recordings (CD 12)> album page |
Why Try To Change Me NowI'm sentimental, so I walk in the rainI've got some habits even I can't explain Could start for the corner, turn up in Spain But why try to change me now? I sit and daydream, I've got daydreams galore Cigarette ashes, there they go on the floor I'll go away weekends, leave my keys in the door But why try to change me now? Why can't I be more conventional? People talk, people stare, so I try But that's not for me, 'cause I can't see My kind of crazy… |