me and mrs jones We meet every day at the same cafe Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the juke box plays our favorite songs
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Where did my baby go. I wonder where she's went off too.
Where did my baby go. I hope that she'll get back soon.
So if you see her out there. Tell her i'm still here.
Please tell that girl if you meet her. That someone is longing to see her.