Day in, day out The same old hoodoo follows me about The same old pounding in my heart whenever I think of you And, darling, I think of you Day in and day out Day out, day in I neednt tell you how my days begin When I awake, I awaken with a tingle One possibility in view That possibility of maybe seeing you Come rain, come shine I meet you and to me the day is fine Then I kiss your lips And the pounding becomes The oceans roar A thousand drums Cant you see its love Can there be any doubt When there it is Day in, day out
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