Il testo della Being alone

Harry Connick, Jr.

Snappy sway and i’m jealous
And happy to be
Mr. sunshine’s right jealous
It’s raining on me
Thank you, i’m doin fine on my own
I’m happy being alone

Every inch in a gladys
And taking all spring
I ain’t gaining no status
It don’t mean a thing
If it’s important
I’ll have to postpone
I’m happy being alone

The air is cold and the fire’s hot
And my favorite sweater’s wool
There’s coffee brewing in my coffee pot
And my message box is full

Roses roaming round fences

With nowhere to go
Only thing making sense is
Just watching them grow
Don’t try to call me
I’ve turned off my phone
I’m happy being alone

The air is cold and the fire’s hot
And my favorite sweater’s wool
There’s coffee brewing in my coffee pot
And my message box is full

Roses roaming round fences
With nowhere to go
Only thing making sense is
Just watching them grow
Don’t try to call me
I’ve turned off my phone
I’m happy being alone

I’m happy… just being… alone