Mister Sandman, bring me a dream...



"Mister Sandman, bring me a dream

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses in clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over



Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream



Mister Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him the word that I'm not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over



Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream



Mister Sandman, bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a "come hither" gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberacci



Mister Sandman, someone to hold
Would be so peachy before we're to old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mister Sandman, bring us
Please, please, please
Mister Sandman, bring us a dream 

(Chordettes, Mister Sandman)


Estas tardes frescas fazem-me lembrar a ribeira do Porto. A vista para Gaia, o rio, o Sandman do outro lado, o frio e as ruas que nos levavam sempre a qualquer café acolhedor e engraçado. Estas tardes frescas dão-me vontade de sair e ir dançar! Parvoíces de uma tarde de Outono.

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