This is the words I feel through Billie Holiday  

such pretty words that you write Ressie.once again we as mylot members thank you for sharing your inspiration of a child maybe that is blessed by your love and care.i know this child,if in life appreciates you.
thanks again.
Morrigan's Angel Of Darkness

MY MAN
Channing Pollock/Maurice Yvain / Albert Willemetz/Jaques Charles



It cost me a lot
But there's one thing that I've got
It's my man
It's my man

Cold or wet
Tired, you bet
All of this I'll soon forget
With my man

He's not much on looks
He's no hero out of books
But I love him
Yes, I love him

Two or three girls
Has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him

I don't know why I should
He isn't true
He beats me, too
What can I do?

Oh, my man, I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just a spare
But I don't care

When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright
All right

Billie Holiday was probably one of the best singers of the 20th century; And that's saying something when this woman didn't live but like forty four years. I have listened to a lot of Billie, but haven't heard this one. But it must be something that is touching you at this particular time. Billie has a way of doing that. To be honest, I cannot listen to her unless I'm feeling a certain way, but whenever I do, she hits it just right. I feel in this life, though ANY body has the right to sing the blues whether they can feel this or not. I will have to look up this song though. Thanks.

Billie liked to sing this one (Gershwin George Lyrics):

When the mellow moon begins to beam,
Ev'ry night I dream a little dream,
And of course Prince Charming is the theme,
The he for me.
Although I realize as well as you
It is seldom that a dream comes true,
For/To me it's clear
That he'll appear.

Some day he'll come along,
The man I love
And he'll be big and strong,
The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay.

He'll look at me and smile
I'll understand ;
And in a little while,
He'll take my hand ;
And though it seems absurd,
I know we both won't say a word

Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not ;
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day

He'll build a little home
Just meant for two,
From which I'll never roam,
Who would - would you ?
And so all else above
I'm waiting for the man I love.