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The moon and you appear to be. So near and yet so far from me. And here am I on a night in June. Reaching for the moon and you I wonder if we'll ever meet. My song of love is incomplete. I'm just
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Cigarette holder which wigs me over my shoulder, he digs me. Out cattin' my satin doll. Baby, shall we go out steppin', careful, amigo, you're flippin'. Speaks Latin, my satin doll. . He's nobody
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Summer journeys to Niagara. and to other places aggra-. vate all our cares. We'll save our fares!. . I've a cozy little flat in. what is known as old Manhattan. we'll settle down. right here i
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I am not such a clever one. About the latest fads. I admit I was never one. Adored by local lads. . Not that I ever try to be a saint. I'm the type that they classify as quaint. . I'm old fash
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Listen to my tale of woe. It's terribly sad but true. All dressed up, no place to go. Each ev'ning I'm awf'ly blue. I must win some handsome guy. Can't go on like this. I could blossom out I kno
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If I should write a book for you. That brought me fame and fortune too. That book would be like my heart and me. Dedicated to you. . And if I should paint a picture too. That showed the loveline
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I don't want you. But I hate to lose you. You've got me in between. The devil and the deep blue sea. . I forgive you. 'Cause I can't forget you. You've got me in between. The devil and the dee
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Savoy, the home of sweet romance. Savoy, it wins you with a glance. Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance. Your old form just like a clinging vine. Your lips so warm and sweet as wine. Your c
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Listen to my tale of woe. It's terribly sad but true. All dressed up, no place to go. Each ev'ning I'm awf'ly blue. I must win some handsome guy. Can't go on like this. I could blossom out I kno
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My heart is sad and lonely. For you I sigh, for you dear only. Why haven't you seen it?. I'm all for you, body and soul. . I spend my days in longing. And wondering why it's me you're wronging.
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Georgia. Georgia, the whole day through. Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia. On my mind. . Georgia, a song of you. Comes as sweet and clean as moonlight. Through the pines. . Other arms rea
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If a custom tailored vet. Asks me out for something wet. When the vet begins to pet, I cry Hooray But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion. Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
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On the first of may, it is moving day,. Spring is here, so blow your job,. Throw your job away!. . Now's the time to trust,. To your wanderlust,. In the city's dust you wait, must you wait. Jus
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You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain. And I find you spinning 'round in my brain. Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne. . You go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy
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First you say you do. And then you don't. And then you say you will. And then you won't. . You're undecided now. So what are you gonna do?. . Now you want to play. And then it's no. And when
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Somebody loves me. I wonder who. I wonder who she can be;. . Somebody loves me. I wish I knew,. Who can she be worries me. . For evry girl who passes me. I shout, hey! Maybe,. You were meant
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Don't know why. There's no sun up in the sky. Stormy weather. Since my gal and I ain't together. Keeps raining all the time. Life is bare. Gloom and misery everywhere. Stormy weather. Just can
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Now it can be told. Told in all it's glory. Now that we have met. The world may know. The sentimental story The greatest romance. They ever knew. Is waiting to unfold Now it can be told. As an
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Right here pretty baby sit here on your mommas knee. I want to tell everybody how you've been sending me. Well now if that's you're secret you can keep it to yourself. Cause if you tell me you can
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Once I was young. Yesterday, perhaps. Danced with Jim and Paul. And kissed some other chaps Once I was young. But never was naive. I thought I had a trick or two. Up my imaginary sleeve. And no
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You can have him, I don't want him. He's not worth fighting for. Besides there's plenty more. Where he came from I don't want him, you can have him. I'm giving him the sack. And he can go right b
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I Got A Guy. Chick Webb & his Orchestra. v_Ella Fitzgerald (1937). . I got a guy. He don't dress me in sable. He looks nothing like Gable. But he's mine. And I think he's too divine. I got a
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When a girl has the heart of a mother. It must go to someone of course. It can't be sister or brother. And so I love my horse. But horses are frequently silly. Mine ran from the beach of Okhala.
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Seems that I read, or somebody said. That out of sight is out of mind. Maybe that so but I tried to go. And leave you behind, what did I find?. . I took a trip on the train and I thought about yo
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In a sentimental mood. I can see the stars come through my room. While your loving attitude. Is like a flame that lights the gloom. . On the wings of every kiss. Drifts a melody, so strange and