She wears black velvet all year long
Always has her white boots on
I will let her tell me she is right
When I know she is wrong
My Lovely Liza
Her sells every day destiny as new
Her terms are scarcely true
She’ll say the world is coming unglued
Then declare she doesn’t know what to do
My Lovely Liza
Her immense green eyes possess mine
Her words are hardly words kind
Then she sings my song line for line
She breaks my heart every time
My Lovely Liza
She wears black velvet all year long
Always has white boots on
I wonder why I choose to hold on
I know in a moment she’ll be gone
My Lovely, Lovely Liza
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