Doctor, what is happening to me?. Palpitations, my mind's diseased. Even my vision is impaired, I'm losing my hair. 'Cos when I hold her in my arms. I feel like FredAstaire Lovesick, my
Well I miss you baby. I've been thinking lately. That you don't need me anymore. You'd be better with FredAstaire. He could take you anywhere. If you ask him to And God knows. That it's a
fighting to get in. They all laughed at Whitney and his cotton gin. They all laughed Fulton and his steamboat, Hershey and his chocolate bar. Ford and his Lizzie, kept the laughers busy, that's how people
Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm. That pit-a-pats through my brain;. So darn persistent,. The day isn't distant When it'll drive me insane. Comes in the morning. Without any warning,. And