Letras:
Midler Bette Divine Miss M

gonna get married Gee, I really love you and we're gonna get married Goin' to the chapel of love Bells will ring and the sun is gonna shine Yea, yea, yea, I'm

of line. Don't ya try to change my mind! Don't you try. You see, I ain't no fool. No, I can tell, Oh, baby, you ain't my kind! My kind! I'm in love

She was forty-one, her daddy still called her baby And everyone in Brownsville thinks she's crazy 'Cause she walks to the station with a suitcase in her

We had an apartment in the city Me and my husband we liked living there It's been years and years since the kids have grown A lifetime of their own, they

new" New, new I had to tell my Jimmy that whoa, we were through He stood up and then he asked me why But all I could do was cry I'm sorry I hurt you