Frank Sinatra - Sunny - Текст песни

Never comb your hair, sun-ny!

Leave the breez-es there, sun-ny!

Let your stock-ing fall down,

For shock-ing the town is all that you do.

Smil-ing all the while, tom-boy

Whered you get your smile from boy? 

Lit-tle sun-ny girl,

Be my hon-ey girl, Im for you!