I'm a sittin' by my window
A listenin' for the “tello”
A wishin' hard on all the stars
My heart a tight strung cello.
I've got my silver slippers out
An my best dress of yellow,
I'm tappin' feet to tunes I know –
But I ain't got no fellow.
(October 1948)
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