Happy birthday, diagnosis Miss Simferopol
Out there by the black sea
You’re closer to Constantinople
Than you are to me.
Hope you’re not lonely, Miss Simferopol
Far from New York or DC
Though you’re nearly ten thousand miles to the east
Somehow i feel like you’re still sitting here with me.

George Jones says send wine-colored roses
That way she’ll know that you care
Bob Dylan only tells me things that i already know
Like you’re gonna make me lonesome when you go
Roy Orbison, it’s not just you who just can’t keep from cryin’
Girl groups only make me think about how she’s so fine
So if you’re sitting by yourself in the Crimean night
Someone back here’s still got you on his mind

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If i could, I’d walk ten thousand miles and then some more
Just to be the man who walked ten thousand miles to your door
I’ve tried old-time string bands, 3-part tunes, Bob Wills, the Jackson Five
Durante says a kiss is just a kiss as time goes by
Turns out none of the greatest songwriters the world has ever known
Can make me keep from wishing you here at home
Even the worst pop song writers the world has ever seen
Can’t stop my wishing you were sitting here with me

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