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..
With a song in my heart. I behold your adorable face. Just a song from the start. But it still is a hymn to your grace. When the music swells. I'm holding your hand.
I'm wild again. Beguiled again. A simpering whimpering child again. Bewitched bothered and bewildered. Am I. Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep. When love came and told me.
Troubles really are bubbles they say. And I'm bubbling over today. Spring brings roses to people you see. But it brings hay fever to me. My luck will vary surely.
Sometimes you think you've lived before. All that you live to day. Things you do come back to you. As if they knew the way. Oh the tricks your mind can play.
(feat. From On Your Toes). . (R.Rodgers & L.Hart). . Quiet night. And all around the calm and boring weather;. Quiet night. no other sound, but hearts that beat together.
Nobody's heart belongs to me. Hiegh Ho; Who cares?. Nobody writes his songs to me,. No one belongs to me.. That's the least of my cares.. I may be sad at times,.
I won't to tell of my love. To the red, red rose. Or the running brook. Where the sweet magnolia grows. I won't tell of my love. To every little star.
Look at yourself.... If you had sense of humor. You would laugh to beat the band.... Look at yourself. Do you still believe the rumor. That romance is simply grand?.
My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky. My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by. No month of May, no twinkling stars. No hideaway, no soft guitars.
Through all my school days, I hated boys. Those April Fool days brought me loveless joys. I read my Plato, Love, I thought a sin. But since your kiss, I'm reading Missus Glyn!.
my funny valentine,. Sweet comic valentine,. You make me smile with my heart.. . Your looks are laughable, un-photographable,. Yet, you're my favorite work of art..
On the first of May, it is moving day,. Spring is here, so blow your job,. Throw your job away!. . Now's the time to trust,. To your wanderlust,. In the city's dust you wait, must you wait.
Johnny could only sing one note. And the note he sang was this. . Ah, poor Johnny one note sang out with gusto. And just overlorded the place. Poor Johnny one note, yelled willy nilly.
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.
Mister Shylock was stingy. I was miserly too.. I was more selfish. and crabby than a shellfish.. Oh, dear, it's queer. what love can do!. I'd give all my possessions.
You don't know that I felt good. When we up and parted. You don't know I knocked on wood. Gladly broken-hearted. . Worrying is through, I sleep all night.
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.
A B C D E F G. I never learned to spell,. At least not well.. . 1 2 3 4 5 6 7. I never learned to count,. A great amount.. . But my busy mind is burning to use what learning I've got,.
Here in my arms it's adorable. It's deplorable. That you were never there. . When little lips are so kissable. It's permissible. For me to ask my share.