They say that falling in love is wonderful. It's wonderful, so they say. . And, with a moon up above, it's wonderful. It's wonderful, so they tell me.
There's no business like show business. Like no business I know. Everything about it is appealing. Everything that traffic will allow. No where could you get that happy feeling.
I just got an invitation through the mails:. "Your presence requested this evening, it`s formal. A top hat, a white tie and tails". Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails.
This year's crop of kisses. Don't seem as sweet to me. This year's crop just misses. What kisses used to be. . This year's new romance. Doesn't seem to have a chance.
The song is ended. But the melody lingers on. You and the song are gone. But the melody lingers on. . The night was splendid. And the melody seemed to say.
This year's crop of kisses. Don't seem as sweet to me. This year's crop just misses. What kisses used to be. This year's new romance. Doesn't seem to have a chance.
They say that falling in love is wonderful. It's wonderful, so they say. And with a moon up above, it's wonderful. It's wonderful, so they tell me. . I can't recall who said it.
This year's crop of kisses. Don't seem as sweet to me. This year's crop just misses. What kisses used to be. This year's new romance. Doesn't seem to have a chance.
Just got an invitation through the mails:. Your presence requested this evening, its formal. A top hat, a white tie and tails. Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails.
There's no business like show business like no business I know. Everything about it is appealing, everything that traffic will allow. Nowhere could you get that happy feeling when you are stealing that extra bow.
The girl that I marry will have to be. As soft and as pink as a nursery. The girl I call my own. Will wear satins and laces and smell of cologne. . Her nails will be polished and, in her hair,.
They say that falling in love is wonderful. It's wonderful, so they say. And with the moon up above. It's wonderful, it's wonderful, so they tell me!.
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk. Are secretly unhappy men because. The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk. Get paid for what they do but no applause.