| Where’d you get that dress? |
| Where’d you learn to walk like that? |
| Don’t talk back |
| Tell me where you’ve been — maybe I don’t want to know |
| Oh, Lord, why me? |
| You were so much, so much mine, now I reach for you |
| And I cannot find you |
| So much, so much mine, now I reach for you |
| And I cannot find you |
| So much mine |
| So much mine |
| So much mine |
| You know you’ve got my hands, |
| And you’ve got your father’s eyes — |
| Lovely, bold eyes |
| I know that it’s not fair, but things aren’t always what they |
| Seem — and now I worry so — |
| Where you’ll lay your head, where you’ll sleep tonight, |
| Way up high, why, oh why can’t I Someone’s pillow’s cold, someone loved you so, |
| And bluebirds sang, «There's no place like home» |
| (They sang) |
| Where’s the heart in me that made the one in you so cold, |
| Please don’t go |
| 'Cause I know where you got that dress, I know where you |
| Learned to walk like that |
| 'Cause you were so much, so much mine |
| Now I reach for you |
| And I cannot find you |
| So much, so much mine |
| Now I reach for you and I cannot find you |
| (Where you’ll lay your head, where you’ll sleep tonight, |
| Way up high, why, oh why can’t I Someone’s pillow’s cold, someone loved you so, |
| And bluebirds sang, «There's no place like home» |
| They sang) |
| So much mine |
| So much mine |
| So much mine |
| So much mine, so much mine |