Baby, I've been waiting
I've been waiting night
and day.
I didn't see the time
and I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations,
and I know you sent me some
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really
loved me,
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle,
for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe
you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgments are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it
sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
forthe miracle, for the miracle to come.
waiting for the
miracle...
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