You're an old smoothie, I'm an old softie. I'm just like putty in the hands of a boy like you. You're an old meanie, I'm a big boobie. I just go nutty in the hand of a boy like you Poor me, you
thing's right. Oh, what a night for love. . The air is cool but warm are your lips. Warm is the touch of your fingertips. . Some marshmallow clouds, silver lagoon. Somewhere a sweet lullaby tune
Song If You Go Away - Jack Jones, MartyPaich. If you go away on this summer day then you might as well take the sun away. All the birds that flew in the summer sky. When our love was new and our
The best gift. That I ever got. Didn't really weigh a lot. It didn't have a ribbon 'round. And it sometimes made the terrible sound. The best of all it seems to me. It wasn't neath the
tiThe Christmas Song. arChristina Aguilera. alMy Kind of Little Christmas. The Christmas Song. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack frost nipping and she knows. Yuletide carols being sung by a
tiThe Christmas Song. arChristina Aguilera. alMy Kind of Little Christmas. The Christmas Song. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack frost nipping and she knows. Yuletide carols being sung by a
tiThe Christmas Song. arChristina Aguilera. alMy Kind of Little Christmas. The Christmas Song. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack frost nipping and she knows. Yuletide carols being sung by a
I don’t know why but I’m feeling so sad. I long to try something I never had. Never had no kissin’, oh, what I’ve been missin’. Lover man, oh where can you be?. . The night is cold and I’m so
tiOh, Little Town of Bethlehem. ar. al. Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie;. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by;. Yet in thy dark streets shineth. The
tiOh, Little Town of Bethlehem. ar. al. Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie;. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by;. Yet in thy dark streets shineth. The
I've an awfully funny feeling that this thought. That's been a-stealin' through my brain is not to be ignored. But to really tell the truth, though I'm not a well-known sleuth. I honestly believe
When I try to describe how I feel when you hold me. I get butterflies lullabies, it's hard to explain. Like the sent of a rose or the sound of the rain. It's too precious and too wonderful to give