YOU CAN'T BE TRUE, DEAR
Sportsmen

You can't be true, dear.
There's nothing I can say.
I trusted you, dear,
Hoping we'd find a way.

Your kisses tell me 
That you and I are through.
But 'll keep loving you
Although you can't be true.

ON A SLOW BOAT TO CHINA
I'm gonna get ya on a slow boat to china
All to myself alone.
Get you and keep you
In my arms evermore.
And leave all your lovers, weepin' on a faraway shore.

Out on the briny
With the moon big and shiny
Melting your heart of stone.
I'm going to get you
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone.

From:  NancyRee@aol.com