When my baby. When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio. De Janeiro, my-oh-me-oh. I go wild and then I have to do the Samba. And La Bamba. Now I'm not the kind of person. With a passionate persuasio
When trumpets were mellow. And every gal only had one fellow. No need to remember when. 'Cause everything old is new again Dancin' at your, Long Island, jazz age parties. Waiter bring us some more
I'd rather leave while I'm in love. While I still believe the meaning of the word. I'll keep my dreams and just pretend. That you and I were never gonna end. . Too many times I've seen the rose d
Don't wish too hard for what you want. Or then you might get it. And then when you get it. Then you might wish you never got it all And don't go lookin' for love to come. Or then it might find you