Frank Sinatra
¶ 1
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He was some footballer Frankie
No one left his games bored
He could swing ’em in
From star to star
Every inch of the grass
A place to score
And he’d leave them
Screaming for more
And when they asked him
“How d’ya do it?”
He would smile and enigmatically drawl:
“My Way, or not at all…”
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