She knows when I'm lonesome,
and she cries when I'm sad.
She's up in the good times.
She's down in the bad.
And whenever I'm discouraged,
she knows
just what to do.
But girl,
she doesn't know about you.
I can tell her my troubles.
She makes them all seem right.
I can make up excuses.
Not to hold her at night.
And we can talk of tomorrow.
I'll tell her things that I want to do.
But girl,
how can I tell her about you?
How can I tell her about you?
Girl,
please tell me what to do.
Everything seems right
whenever I'm with you.
Tell me how to tell her about you.
Whenever I'm away,
how can I say it's you I think of
every single night and day?
But when is it easy telling someone we're through?
Oh girl,
how can I tell her about you?
Sing a song.
How can I tell her about you?
Girl,
please tell me what to do.
Everything seems right
whenever I'm with you.
Whenever I'm with you.
Whenever I'm away,
now how can I say it's you I think of
every single night and day?
But when, when is it easy
telling someone you're through?
Oh girl,
help me tell her about you.
One more.
How can I tell her about you?
Girl,
please tell me what to do.
Everything seems right
whenever I'm with you.
Whenever I'm with you.
So girl,
won't you tell me how to tell her about you?
How to tell her about you?
You want to sing it, folks?
No.
Very great.
Thank
you very much for letting me be a part of your lives over the years.
I don't know if I'll ever get back,
and I'd really like to thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Thank you.
That's love, old folk.
Thank you.