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It's the wrong time and the wrong place. Though your face is charming it's the wrong face. It's not his face but such a charming face. That it's all right with me. . It's the wrong song in the wr
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When the only sound in the empty street. Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet. That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. . When the moon so long has been gazing down. On the wayward ways of this
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Our love is a dream, but in my reverie. I can see that this love was meant for me. Only a poor fool, never schooled in the whirlpool. Of romance could be so cruel as you are to me My dreams are as
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It happened to me. On a trip to the West Indies. Oh, I'm all at sea. Since that trip to the West Indies. . I'm jittery. I'm twittery. I guess I'm done for. I guess I'm through. And it's somet
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Somewhere, someday. Well be close together, wait and see. Oh by the way,. This time the dreams on me. . You take my hand. And you look at me adoringly. But as things stand. This time the dream
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I am just a little girl. Who's looking for a little boy. Who's looking for a girl to love. . Tell me please,. Where can he be,. The loving he who'll bring to me. The harmony I'm dreaming of. .
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Its very clear, our love is here to stay. Not for a year, but forever and a day. The radio and the telephone,. And the movies that we know. May just be passing fancies. And in time may go. . Bu
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I know a dark, secluded place. A place where no one knows your face!. A glass of wine, a fast embrace. It's called Hernando's Hideaway, a-way!. . All you see are silhouettes. And all you hear ar
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Must you dance every dance with the same fortunate man?. You have danced with him since the music began. Won't you change partners and dance with me?. Must you dance quite so close with your lips t
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When the only sound in the empty street. Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet. That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. . When the moon so long has been gazing down. On the wayward ways of this
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Tall and tan. And young and lovely. The girl from Ipanema. Goes walking. And when she passes. Each one she passes goes. Oooh. When she walks. She's like a samba. That swings so cool. And swa
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I'm feeling mighty lonesome. Haven't slept a wink. I walk the floor and watch the door. And in between I drink. Black Coffee. Love's a hand me down brew. I'll never know a Sunday. In this weekd
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When you're down and troubled. And you need a helping hand. And nothing, nothing is going right. Close your eyes and think of me. And soon I will be there. To brighten up even your darkest night.
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I wake up every morning with a smile on my face. Everything in its place as it should be. I start out every morning just as free as the breeze. My cares upon the shelf. Because I find myself with.
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When I was born, they found a silver spoon in my mouth. And so I always had the best of care. When winter came up north, of course they motored me south. Where I was princess in our villa there. .
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This can't be love. Because I feel so well. No sobs, no sorrows, no sighs. . This can't be love. I get no dizzy spells. My head is not in the skies. . My heart does not stand still. Just hear
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People, people who need people. Are the luckiest people in the world. . We’re children needing other children. And yet letting our grown-up pride. Hide all the need inside. Acting more like chil
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Pennies in a stream,. Falling leaves, a sycamore. Moonlight in Vermont. . Icy finger waves,. Ski trails down a mountain side. Snowlight in Vermont. . Telegraph cables, that sing down the highw
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The very thought of you and I forget to do. The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do. I'm living in a kind of daydream. I'm happy as a king. And foolish though it may seem. To me that
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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 fashioned, I
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We're having a heat wave,. A tropical heat wave,. The temperature's rising,. It isn't surprising,. She certainly can can-can. . She started a heat wave. By letting her seat wave. In such a way
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Sad times, may follow your tracks. Bad times, may bar you from Sak's. At times, when Satan in slacks. Breaks down your self-control Maybe, as often it goes. Your Abie, may tire of his rose. So ba
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Spring will be a little late this year. A little late arriving in my lonely world over here. For you have left me and where is our April Incomprehensible old?. You have left me and winter continues
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