Don’t Get Around Much Anymore
Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore
I Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore
Darling, I guess, that my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless, why stir up memories
I've been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for
It's awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore
Darling, I guess, my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless, why stir up memories
Been invited on dates
I might have gone but what for
It's awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore
Baby! don't get around much anymore
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