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.
In the spring when the feeling was chronic. And my caution was leaving you flat,. I should have made use of the tonic. Before you gave me that!. A mental deficient you'll grade me..
When a girl has the heart of a mother. It must go to someone of course. It can't be sister or brother. And so I love my horse. But horses are frequently silly.
Though our paths in life have parted. You no longer care for me. But when you're happy with another. Won't you sometimes think of me. When the evenin' sun is sinking.
When a girl has the heart of a mother. It must go to someone of course. It can't be sister or brother. And so I love my horse. But horses are frequently silly.
You are too beautiful, my dear, to be true. And I am a fool for beauty. Fooled by a feeling that because I have found you. I could have bound you too.
I'm a sentimental sap, that's all. What's the use of trying not to fall?. I have no will, you've made your kill. 'Cause you took advantage of me. . I'm just like an apple on a bough.
You're nearer than my head is to the pillow. Nearer than the wind is to the willow. Dearer than the rain is to the earth below. Precious as the sun to the things that grow.
(Richard Rodgers/Lorentz Hart). . I'm a sentimental sap, that's all. What's the use of trying not to fall?. I have no will. You've made your kill. 'Cause you took advantage of me.
written by Lorenz Hart and Richard Rodgers. © 1928 Warner Brothers Music (ASCAP). . I'm a sentimental sap that's all. What's the use of trying not to fall.
You are too beautiful, my dear, to be true. And I am a fool for beauty. Fooled by a feeling that because I have found you. I could have bound you too.
You are too beautiful, my dear, to be true. And I am a fool for beauty. Fooled by a feeling that because I have found you. I could have bound you too.
You're nearer, than my head is to my pillow,. Nearer, than the wind is to the willow.. Dearer, than the rain is to the earth below,. Precious as the sun to the things that grow..
When a girl has the heart of a mother. It must go to someone of course. It can't be sister or brother. And so I love my horse. But horses are frequently silly.
When a girl has the heart of a mother. It must go to someone of course. It can't be sister or brother. And so I love my horse. But horses are frequently silly.
When a girl has the heart of a mother. It must go to someone of course. It can't be sister or brother. And so I love my horse. But horses are frequently silly.
When a girl has the heart of a mother. It must go to someone of course. It can't be sister or brother. And so I love my horse. But horses are frequently silly.