Once I was young, yesterday, perhaps. Danced with Jim and Paul and kissed some other chaps. Once I was young, but never was naive. I thought I had a trick or two up my imaginary sleeve.
You are too beautiful, my dear to be true. And I am fool for beauty. Fooled by a feeling that because I found you. I could have bound you too. You are too beautiful for one man alone.
I don't care if there's powder on my nose. i don't care if my hairdo is in place. i've lost the very meaning of repose. i never put a mudpack on my face.
I didn't know what time it was,. Then I met you.. Oh, what a lovely time it was,. How sublime it was too!. I didn't know what day it was,. You held my hand..
It happened; I felt it happened. I was awake--I wasn't blind. I didn't think; I felt it happened. Now I believe in matter over mind. . And now you see we mustn't wait.
If they ask me, I could write a book. About the way you walk and whisper and look. I could write a preface on how we met. So the world would never forget.
VERSE 1. Though I know that we meet ev'ry night. and we couldn't heve change since the last time,. to my joy and delight,. it's a new kind of love at first sight..
Writer(s): Rodgers/Hart. . I laughed at sweethearts. I met at schools. All indiscreet hearts. Seemed romantic fools. A house in Iceland. Was my heart's domain.
Writer(s): Rodgers/Hart. . The sleepless nights - the daily fights. The quick toboggan - when you reach the heights. I miss the kisses - and I miss the bites.
If they ask me, I could write a book. About the way you walk and whisper and look. I could write a preface on how we met. So the world would never forget.
"Have you met Miss Jones?" someone said as we shook hands,. She was just Miss Jones to me.. And then I said, "Miss Jones, you're a girl who understands.
I weave with brightly colored strings. To keep my mind off other things. So, ladies, let your fingers dance. And keep your hands out of romance. . Lovely es.
She's a fool and don't I know it. But a fool can have her charms. I'm in love and don't I show it. Like a babe in arms. . Loves the same old sensation.
The sleepless nights - the daily fights. The quick toboggan - when you reach the heights. I miss the kisses - and I miss the bites. I wish I were in love again.
I know he'll never be forgotten. He was a king uncrowned. I know I'll always remember. The warmth of his sound. Lingering long I'm sure he's still around.
Once I was young --. yesterday, perhaps --. danced with Jim and Paul. and kissed some other chaps.. Once I was young,. but never was naive.. I thought I had a trick or two.
After one whole quart of brandy. Like a daisy I awake. With no Bromo Seltzer handy. I don't even shake. Men are not a new sensation. I've done pretty well, I think.
It seems we stood and talked like this before. We looked at each other in the same way then. But I can't remember where or when. The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore.
I laughed at sweethearts. I met at schools. All indiscreet hearts. Seemed romantic fools. A house in Iceland. Was my heart's domain. I saw your eyes. Now castles rise in Spain!.
My funny Valentine. Sweet comic Valentine. You make me smile with my heart. . Your looks are laughable. Unphotographable. Yet you're my fav'rite work of art.