Lyin' To Myself

Lyin' To Myself - Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特朗)

Boy I'd like to believe in you

And I wish it's true

You know one thing I hate to see

Boy what can I do

I'm lying to myself crying to myself

Trying to make believe my baby's on the shelf

But it's more than I can do

I found it stop trying to bluff it through

Yes I miss my loving and kissing

When I hear the radio playing

I love you so

That's the time boy I feel like ten below

Cause I'm lying to myself

Trying to chase the blues away

Just because of foolish pride I tried to hide

All feeling's for Cupid's art

And though I've cried out loud that two's a crowd

That doesn't move my heart

When I think of my sweet pet and the places we met

I just tell I'm not a doggone bit upset

Cause I'm lying to myself

Trying to chase the blues away