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These my heart understands, i m old fashioned but i don t mind it
That s how i want to be, i m old fashioned, i admit i was never one adored by local lads
I m the type that they classify as quaint, as long as you agree
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads, i m old fashioned
To stay old fashioned with me, the starry song that april sings, as long as you agree
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads, that s how i want to be Julie, as long as you agree
As long as you agree, the starry song that april sings
i love the old fashioned things
to stay old fashioned with me
as long as you agree
not that i ever tried to be a saint
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads, to stay old fashioned with me
The starry song that april sings, i m old fashioned but i don t mind it
this years fancies are passing fancies
the starry song that april sings
i love the old fashioned things
I m old fashioned but i don t mind it, i am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I m old fashioned but i don t mind it, not that i ever tried to be a saint
These my heart understands, i m the type that they classify as quaint
These my heart understands, i m the type that they classify as quaint
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads, i m the type that they classify as quaint
I m old fashioned but i don t mind it, that s how i want to be
I admit i was never one adored by local lads, that s how i want to be, that s how i want to be
i admit i was never one adored by local lads
This years fancies are passing fancies, not that i ever tried to be a saint Old-Fashioned, i m the type that they classify as quaint
I love the old fashioned things, i m old fashioned but i don t mind it
not that i ever tried to be a saint
The sound of rain upon a window pane, i m old fashioned but i don t mind it
Not that i ever tried to be a saint, holding hands
But sighing sighs, that s how i want to be, these my heart understands
I love the old fashioned things, this years fancies are passing fancies
As long as you agree, that s how i want to be, holding hands
The sound of rain upon a window pane, i m old fashioned Andrews, holding hands
I love the moonlight, i m old fashioned but i don t mind it I'm, these my heart understands
I m old fashioned but i don t mind it, that s how i want to be, i am not such a clever one about the latest fads
but sighing sighs
I m old fashioned but i don t mind it, holding hands, i m the type that they classify as quaint
That s how i want to be, i admit i was never one adored by local lads
I m old fashioned, i admit i was never one adored by local lads, not that i ever tried to be a saint
I m old fashioned, i admit i was never one adored by local lads
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads, i love the moonlight
the starry song that april sings
these my heart understands
As long as you agree, the sound of rain upon a window pane
this years fancies are passing fancies
That s how i want to be, to stay old fashioned with me I'm, i am not such a clever one about the latest fads
But sighing sighs, i m old fashioned, i m the type that they classify as quaint
not that i ever tried to be a saint
These my heart understands, i admit i was never one adored by local lads Old-Fashioned, this years fancies are passing fancies
I love the moonlight, but sighing sighs, i m old fashioned but i don t mind it
The sound of rain upon a window pane, i m old fashioned, i love the old fashioned things
I m old fashioned, to stay old fashioned with me, i m old fashioned
I admit i was never one adored by local lads, to stay old fashioned with me I'm, but sighing sighs
To stay old fashioned with me, the sound of rain upon a window pane
the sound of rain upon a window pane