My funny valentine. Sweet, comic valentine. You make me smile with my heart. Your looks are laughable, unphotographable. yet your my favorite work of art.
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.
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 took one look at you. That's all I meant to do. And then my heart stood still. . My feet could step and walk. My lips could move and talk. And yet my heart stood still.
Spring is here! Why doesn't my heart go dancing?. Spring is here! Why isn't the waltz entrancing?. No desire, no ambition leads me. Maybe it's because nobody needs me.
Blue moon, you saw me standing alone. Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own. . Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for. You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for.
I took one look at you,. That's all I meant to do. And then my heart stood still. My feet could step and walk, my. Lips could move an' talk. And then my heart stood still.
I took one look at you,. That's all I meant to do. And then my heart stood still. My feet could step and walk, my. Lips could move an' talk. And then my heart stood still.
I took one look at you,. That's all I meant to do. And then my heart stood still. My feet could step and walk, my. Lips could move an' talk. And then my heart stood still.
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.
Blue moon you saw me standing alone. Without a dream in my heart. Without a love of my own. Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for. You heard me saying a prayer for.
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.
Spring is here! Why doesn't my heart go dancing?. Spring is here! Why isn't the waltz entrancing?. No desire, no ambition leads me. Maybe it's because nobody needs me.
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.
My romance doesn't need to have a moon in the sky.. My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by.. No month of May, no shining star, no hideaway, no soft guitar..
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.
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.
Spring is here! Why doesn't my heart go dancing?. Spring is here! Why isn't the waltz entrancing?. No desire, no ambition leads me. Maybe it's because nobody needs 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.
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.