left. What good comes of something. When I'm just the ghost of nothing, nothing? And I'm just the man on the balcony. Singing nobody will ever remember me. Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees
Parliament's on fire and his hands are up. On the balcony and I'm singing. Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love. I can see my sweet boy swayin'. He's crazy y Cubano como yo my love. On the balcony and I'm saying
How I love the kisses of Dolores. Aye aye aye Dolores. Not Marie or Emily or Doris. Only my Dolores From a balcony above me. She whispers love me and throws a rose. Ah but she is twice as lovely
eye glare from the balcony . Give me the photo lens, marked sympathy . Nine o'clock figure in satin sheets . Yeah just play it cool, and follow me . . And everything you touch just turns to gold
When waves crash by my sleepy pillow. I'm dreaming love will surely follow. See weeping shadows on my balcony. But there's more than I can see We're all looking. Sometimes we find. We're all
Where's the orchestra?. Wasn't this supposed to be a musical?. Here I am,. In the balcony,. How the hell could I have missed the overture?. I like the scenery. Even though, I have absolutely no
. Looking up your balcony. By the light of the moon I will be. I suppose baby don't want me around. The stars above they are not real. They are the sparks from smitten steel. I propose forging is making that