Текст: Ella Fitzgerald. Everything but You.

You left me a horse from texas,
A house with installments due,
A letter with lots of x-s
Everything but you.

You left me some beans from boston,
A bicycle built for two,
A memory to get lost in,
Everything but you.

Each day was so gay and so daring,
I loved every breathtaking minute,
For how could I know I was sharing
A kiss without a future in it.

You left me a dream to room with,
A coffee pot from peru,
A knife and fork to spoon with,
Everything but you.

You left me a horse from texas,
A house with installments due,
A letter with lots of x-s

Everything but you.

You left me some beans from boston,
A bicycle built for two,
A memory to get lost in,
Everything but you.

Each day was so gay and so daring,
I loved every breathtaking minute,
For how could I know I was sharing
A kiss without a future in it.

You left me a dream to room with,
A coffee pot from peru,
A knife and fork to spoon with,
Everything but you.

Everything but you.
You left me everything, everything but you.