Classic Armstrong - Blanks

You’re stuck like a melody in my head

I keep on dancing to beat of your song

Your words are the lyric I can’t forget

Full of soul like a classic Armstrong

And I don’t think that I’ll ever be

Sick of hearing your song on repeat

I could listen an eternity

Till I know every harmony

And I’ll sing along, along to my stereo

Pick up stuff, and hold it like a microphone

Make you feel the words

Just like I rehearsed

And I’ll dance along, along to my stereo

Make up moves, just so I can let you know

I don’t mind the key

You’re the perfect melody

Your touch struck a chord inside my heart

So in tune with the ones I’m playing

You made it boring to listen to the charts

Because they’re trying to sing about you

But they don’t know you the way that I do

And I don’t think that I’ll ever be

Sick of hearing your song on repeat

I could listen an eternity

Till I know every harmony

And I’ll sing along, along to my stereo

Pick up stuff, and hold it like a microphone

Make you feel the words

Just like I rehearsed

And I’ll dance along, along to my stereo

Make up moves, just so I can let you know

I don’t mind the key

You’re the perfect melody