Billie Holiday - Big Stuff

So you cry
Whats it about, baby?
You ask why
Blues had to go and pick you
So you go
Down to the shore, kids stuff
Dont you know
Theres honey in the store for you, big stuff
Lets take a ride on my gravy train
The door open wide

So you stare
Call it despair, baby
Dont you care
Im on the square about you
Lets have a try
It maybe that youre my guy
Lets take a ride on my gravy train
The door open wide
Come in from out of the rain