A Trip To The Library (She Loves Me)

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Leigha Stockton

9 жыл бұрын

Soprano: Leigha Stockton
Piano: Nancy Mayo

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@Mary-di9mj 7 жыл бұрын

Love this!

@brittanygraham3072 7 жыл бұрын

I love this!! Nancy Mayo is amazing!! I work with her now!!!

@oliviawilliams9392 7 жыл бұрын

Let me tell you You've never seen anything like that library So many books, so much marble, so quiet And suddenly all of my confidence Dribbled away with a pitiful plop My head was beginning to swim And my forehead was covered with cold perspiration I started to reach for a book And my hand automatically came to a stop I don't know how long I stood frozen A victim of panic and mortification Ooh, how I wanted to flee When a quiet voice, a gentle voice Whispered, "Pardon me" And there was this dear, sweet Clearly respectable, thickly bespectacled man Who stood by my side and quietly sad to me "Ma'm', don't mean to intrude but I was just Wondering are you need of some help" I said, "No, yes I am" The next thing you know I'm sipping hot chocolate And telling my troubles to Paul whose tender brown eyes Kept sending compassionate looks A trip to the library has made a new girl of me For suddenly I can see, the magic of books I have to admit in the back of my mind I was praying he wouldn't get fresh And all of the while I was wondering Why an illiterate girl should attract him

@oliviawilliams9392 7 жыл бұрын

Of course it's a novel but I didn't know Or I certainly wouldn't have smacked him Well, he gave me a smile that I couldn't resist And I knew at once how much I liked this optometrist You know what this dear, sweet Slightly bespectacled gentlemen said to me next? He said he could solve this problem of mine I said, "How?" He said, if I'd like he'd willingly read to me Some of his favorite things, I said "When?" He said "Now" His novel approach seamed highly suspicious And possibly dangerous too I told myself, "Wait, thing, dare you go up to his flat? What happens if things go wrong It's obvious he's quite strong" He read to me all night long, now how about that It's hard to believe how truly Domestic and happily hopeful I feel I picture my Paul there Reading aloud as I cook As long as he's there to read There's quite a good chance indeed A chance that I'll never need to open a book Unlike someone else Someone I dimly recall I know he'll only have eyes for me My optometrist Paul