In the wee small hours
of the morning
While the whole wide
world is fast asleep
You lie awake
and think about the girl
And never ever think
of counting sheep
When your lonely heart
has learned its lesson
You'd be hers
if only she would call
In the wee small hours
of the morning
That's the time
you miss her most of all
when the sun is high
in the afternoon sky
you can always
find something to do
but from dusk till dawn
as the clock ticks on
something happens to you
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When your lonely heart
has learned its lesson
You'd be hers
if only she would call
In the wee small hours
of the morning
That's the time
you miss her most of all
e the time and get it right