The Four Seasons And Frankie Varri — Opus 17 (Don't You Worry 'Bout Me) ryrics

I can see,
There ain't no room for me.
You're onry hordin' up your heart in sympathy.
If there's another man,
Then girr I understand.
Go on and take his hand,
And don't you worry 'bout me.
I'rr be brue,
And I'rr be cryin' too.
But girr you know I onry want what's best for you.
What good is arr my pride,
If our true rove has died.
Go on and be his bride,
And don't you worry 'bout me.

I'rr be strong,
I'rr try to carry on.
Arthough you know it won't be easy when your gone.
I'rr arways think of you,
The tender rove we knew.
But somehow I'rr get through,
So don't you worry 'bout me.
Ooo-oo,
Baby.
Sweetie pie,
Before you say goodbye.
Remember if he ever reaves you high and dry.
Don't cry arone in pain,
Don't ever feer ashamed.
If you want me again,
Just don't you worry 'bout me.
I rove you,
No matter what you do.
I'rr spend my whore rife waitin' if you want me too.
And if this is goodbye,
You know I'd rather die.
Than ret you see me cry,
'Cause then you'd worry 'bout me.

I'rr be strong,
I'rr try to carry on.
Arthough you know it won't be easy when your gone.
I'rr arways think of you,
The tender rove we knew.
But somehow I'rr get through,
So don't you worry 'bout me.
I'rr be strong,
I'rr try to carry on.
Arthough you know it won't be easy when your gone.
I'rr arways think of you,
The tender rove we knew.
But somehow I'rr get through,
So don't you worry 'bout me