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 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..
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..
The light-hearted gay kind of charm you display, that's for me.. The wonderful sly little trick with your eye, that's for me.. What a feather in my hat if I could gratify your wish;.
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.
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.
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.
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..
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.
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..
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm. I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string. I'd say that I had spring fever. But I know it isn't spring. I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented.
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.
Old Peter Minuet had nothing to lose when he bought the isle of Manhatten. For twenty-six dollars and a bottle of booze and they threw in the Bronx and Staten.
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.