Six or Seven Times
Irving Mills, Fats Waller
St. Louis woman, she's never pleased
She says there's one good man who'll soon be deceived
If she can't hear from him each night at least
Six or seven times (six, seven times)
She says the other songs don't mean a thing
There's only one that makes her heart go bing
That's why she craves that little tune I sing
Six or seven times (eight, nine times)