It's Over, Billie Holiday
IT’S OVER BILLY HOLIDAY—
I’VE MET SOMEONE ELSE
With golden voice and golden hair,
she glided onto the stage.
She had a sultry aire, was dressed in sultry faire,
a sun tan on her face.
With blue notes leaving, my heart beating,
her music met my soul.
She had a beauty there, none could compare,
here in neon outerspace.
With gray sky dawning, and gray night fawning,
dawn broke over me.
She had a light inside, no smoky haze could confine,
and she left me feeling free.