I call her firefly. Cause, oh, my. She radiates moonglow. Wants none of that noon glow. She starts to glitter. When the sun goes down. . Bout eight p.m., it's mayhem.
Those fingers in my hair. That sly come hither stare. That strips my conscience bare. It's witchcraft.. . And I've got no defense for it,. The heat is too intense for it..
Some day, when I'm awfully low. When the world is cold. I will feel a glow just thinking of you. And the way you look tonight. . Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm.
Some day, when I'm awfully low. When the world is cold. I will feel a glow just thinking of you. And the way you look tonight. . Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm.
Those fingers in my hair. That sly come-hither stare. That strips my conscience bare. It's witchcraft. . And I've got no defense for it. The heat is too intense for it.
Hey look me over. Lend me an ear. Fresh out of clover. Mortgage up to here. But don't pass the plate folks. Don't pass the cup. I figure whenever you're down and out.
Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum. You came along and everything started to hum. Still, it's a real good bet, the best is yet to come. .
(Cy Coleman, Carolyn Leigh). . So these are the ropes,. The tricks of the trade,. The rules of the road.. . You're one of the dopes. For whom they were made,.
Heaven bless people who marry young. Though I guess that if you marry young. You can stumble and fall 'til you stand. But at least you stumble hand in hand.
My height, just average. My weight, just average. My IQ is like you'd estimate, just average. But evidently she does not agree.. Consequently if I seem at sea....
People come our way to try and stop our love but. They don't know that love is what we are. They'll say what they say, but my mind's made up. I'm giving you my heart.
Those fingers in my hair. That sly come-hither stare. That strips my conscience bare. It's witchcraft. . And I've got no defense for it. The heat is too intense for it.
Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum. You came along and everything started'in to hum. Still it's a real good bet. The best is yet to come.
Those fingers in my hair. That sly come hither stare. That strips my conscience bare. It's witchcraft. . And I've got no defense for it. The heat is too intense for it.
Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum. You came along and everything's startin' to hum. Still, it's a real good bet, the best is yet to come.
I call her Firefly. 'Cause, oh, my. She radiates moon glow. Wants none of that noon glow. She starts to glitter when the sun goes down. . 'Bout eight PM, it's mayhem.