Nothing In Common (Come Dance With Me! 1959)

Текст песни Frank Sinatra & Keely Smith - Nothing In Common (Come Dance With Me! 1959)

We've got nothin', got nothin' in common
Just nothin' in common
My darling, at all

I love the opera, I detest the best pop
Can't stand the opera, I like music that bops
We're not fated, not heaven-created
We're really mis-mated, our chances are small

Let's part, be real smart
And not start with this romance
'Cause outside of both having stars in our eyes
And outside of sighing the same kind of sighs
We've got nothin' in common at all

We've got nothin', got nothin' in common
Just nothin' in common
It never could last

I love Picasso, he's all style and he's all flair
I've seen Picasso and I think he's a square
Our two goals are apart as the poles are
As lovers our roles are completely miscast

Let's make a clean break
And not take any chances
'Cause outside of thinking you're something divine
And outside of wanting your lips close to mine
We've got nothin' in common
We've got nothin' in common at all

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