Because he would always have a drink and a light for me.
Because he always wore a grey fedora.
Because he knew how to enter and leave a room.
Because he would end every sentence with, baby.
Because he is always on my CD player.
Because he would say something sly and end it with a wink and a smile.
Because I would fly away with him on any given day.
Always a classic. Always original. Always timeless. Sinatra.
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My mother loved young Sinatra, older nahhh
up until I would say the 1980's, he was still a hottie, then all the drinking and smoking caught up with him.
He is always somewhere on my CD player. Him and Dean Martin.
They just don't make them like that anymore. It's all about packaging.
Too similar to Squiggy from Laverne and Shirley for my taste.
That David St. Hubbins guy from Spinal Tap, now he is unique.
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