Lyrics Nancy Sinatra – All By Myself

I’m so unhappy
What’ll I do?
I long for somebody who
Will sympathize with me

All by myself in the morning
All by myself in the night

I sit alone in a cosy Morris chair
So unhappy there
Playing solitaire

All by myself I get lonely
Watching the clock on the shelf

I’d love to rest my weary head on somebody’s shoulder
I hate to grow older
All by myself

My name and number
Are in the book
The one that hangs on a hook
In almost ev’ry drug store
Why don’t someone bother to look?
My central tells me all day long
«Sorry, the number is wrong»