day. When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May. I guess you’ll say what make me feel this way. My girl my girl. Talking about my girl my girl. I’ve got so much hohe bees they envy me. I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds irees. Well, I guess you’ll say what could make me feel this way. My girl my girl. I’m talking about my girl my girl. A hey, hey, hey , A hey, hey, hey ……(在一个阴云密布的日子，我得到阳光，屋外虽然寒冷，我却身似在五月。我想你会问，你怎么会这样觉得？我的姑娘，说起我的姑娘，我的姑娘。我已得到，多得让蜜蜂都羡慕的甜蜜，我已得到，比树上的小鸟还甜美的歌声。我想你会问，你怎么会
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