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.
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..
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'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.
I'll take romance. While my heart is young and eager to fly. I'll give my heart a try. I'll take romance. . I'll take romance. While my arms are strong and eager for you.
Richard Rodgers / Lorenz Hart. . Once I was young --. yesterday, perhaps --. danced with Jim and Paul. and kissed some other chaps.. Once I was young,.
A-B-C-D-E-G-H. 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..
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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.
I didn't know what time it was. That 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.
If they asked me I could write a book. About the way you walk and whisper and look. I could write the preface on how we met. So the world would never forget.
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.