You Better Move On Songtext
von Dean Martin

You ask me to give up the hand of the girl I love
You tell me I′m not the man she's worthy of
But who are you to tell her who to love?
That′s up to her, and the Lord above
You better move on

I know you can buy her fancy clothes and diamond rings
But I believe she's happy with me without these things
Still you beg me to set her free, friend, that'll never be
You better move on (you better move on)


I can′t blame you for loving her
Can′t you understand she's my girl?
And I, Lord, I′m never ever gonna let her go
'Cause I, Lord I, you know that I love her so

I think you′d better go now, I'm gettin′ mighty mad
You ask me to give up the only love I ever had
Maybe I would, but I love her so
I'm never gonna let her go
You better move on (you better move on)

You better move on (you better move on)
You better move on (you better move on)
Move it on (move it on)
You better move on (you better move on)