by Cassandra Wilson on album Miscellaneous
We speak in separate words We love in different colors Our love is madness How can it be? This is a mystery to me You broke into my world Shattering all the lies that I'd heard all my life You were a
by Cassandra Wilson on album Collection
I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed To the tune he whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns His ups, his downs Are second nature to me now Like
by Cassandra Wilson on album Music for Ironing on a Rainy Sunday Afternoon
I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed To the tune he whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns His ups, his downs Are second nature to me now Like
by Cassandra Wilson on album A Beginners Guide to Jazz Ballads
I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed To the tune he whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns His ups, his downs Are second nature to me now Like
by Cassandra Wilson on album Blue in Green - Soft Jazz
I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed To the tune he whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns His ups, his downs Are second nature to me now Like
by Cassandra Wilson on album Jazz Ballads 101
I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed To the tune he whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns His ups, his downs Are second nature to me now Like