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That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well Icy fingers up and down my spine The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same old tingle that I feel inside When that elevator starts its ride Down and down I go, round and round I go Like a leaf that's caught in the tide I should stay away but what can I do I hear your name, and I'm aflame Aflame with such a burning desire That only your kiss can put out the fire You are the lover that I've waited for The mate that fate had me created for And every time your lips meet mine Baby down and down I go, all around I go In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in Under that old black magic called love |
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Love and marriage, love and marriage
Go together like a horse and carriage This I tell you brother You can't have one without the other Love and marriage, love and marriage It's an institute you can't disparage Ask the local gentry And they will say it's elementary Try, try, try to separate them It's an illusion Try, try, try, and you will only come To this conclusion Love and marriage, love and marriage Go together like a horse and carriage Dad was told by mother You can't have one without the other |
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Fools rush in Where angels fear to tread And so I come to you my love My heart above my head Though I see The danger there If there's a chance for me Then I don't care Fools rush in Where wise men never go But wise men never fall in love So how are they to know When we met I felt my life begin So open up your heart and let This fool rush in |
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She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late She'd never bother, with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls That's why the lady is a tramp She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, but it's o'k She hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads That's why the lady is a tramp |
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Everybody's hand in hand, swingin' down the lane
Everybody's feelin' grand, swingin' down the lane That's the time I miss the bliss that we might have known Nights like this when I'm all alone When the moon is on the rise, baby I'm so blue Watchin' lovers makin' eyes like we used to do When the moon is on the way, still I'm waitin' all in vain Should be swingin' down the lane with you |
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When somebody loves you
Its no good unless he loves you.. All the way Happy to be near you When you need someone to cheer you All the way Taller than the tallest tree is Thats how its got to feel Deeper than the deep blue sea is Thats how deep it goes if its real When somebody needs you Its no good unless he needs you All the way Through the good or lean years And for all those in between years Come what may Who knows where the road will lead us Only a fool would say But if you let me love you Its for sure I'm gonna love you All the way All the way.... So if you let me love you Its for sure I'm gonna love you All the way All.. The ... Way |
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Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It's witchcraft And I've got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do 'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And although, I know, it's strictly taboo When you arouse the need in me My heart says yes indeed in me Proceed with what your leading me to It's such an ancient pitch But one I wouldn't switch 'Cause there's no nicer witch than you |
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It happened in Monterey
A long time ago I met her in Monterey In old Mexico Stars and steel guitars And luscious lips as red as wine Broke somebody's heart And I'm afraid that it was mine It happened in Monterey Without thinking twice I left her and threw away the key to paradise My indiscreet heart Longs for the sweetheart That I left in old Monterey It happened in Monterey A long time ago I met her in Monterey In old Mexico Stars, guitars, Lips red as wine Broke somebody's heart And I fear that it was mine It happened in Monterey And without thinking twice I left her and I threw away the key to paradise My indiscreet heart How it longs for that sweetheart That I left in old Monterey |
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Ya make me feel so young.
You make me feel so "Spring has sprung", And every time I see you grin I'm such a happy individual. The moment that you speak I wanna go play hide-and-seek. I wanna go and bounce the moon Just like a toy balloon. You and I are just like a couple of tots Runnin' across the meadow Pickin' up lots of forget-me-nots. You make me feel so young. You make me feel there are songs to be sung Bells to be rung, and a wonderful fling to be flung, And even when I'm old and gray I'm gonna feel the way I do today 'Cause you make me feel so young. You make me feel so young. You make me feel so "Spring has sprung", And every time I see you grin I'm such a happy individual. The moment that you speak I want to go and play hide-and-seek. I want to go and bounce the moon Just like a toy balloon. You and I are just like a couple of tots Runnin' across the meadow Pickin' up lots of forget-me-nots. You make me feel so young. You make me feel there are songs to be sung Bells to be rung, wonderful fling to be flung. And even when I'm old and gray I'm gonna feel the way I do today 'Cause you - you make me feel so young. You make me feel so young. |
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Let's take it nice and easy It's gonna be so easy For us to fall in love Hey baby what's your hurry Relax and don't you worry We're gonna fall in love We're on the road to romance - that's safe to say But let's make all the stops along the way The problem now of course is To simply hold your horses To rush would be a crime 'Cause nice and easy does it every time |
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Come fly with me, let's fly let's fly away
If you can use, some exotic booze There's a bar in far Bombay Come fly with me, let's fly let's fly away. Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru In lama land, there's a one man band And he'll toot his flute for you Come fly with me, we'll float down in the blue Once I get you up there, where the air is rarefied We'll just glide, starry eyed Once I get you up there, I'll be holding you so near You may here, angels cheer - because were together Weather wise it's such a lovely day You just say the words, and we'll beat the birds Down to Acapulco Bay It's perfect, for a flying honeymoon - they say Come fly with me, we'll fly we'll fly away Once I get you up there, where the air is rarefied We'll just glide, starry eyed Once I get you up there, I'll be holding you so near You may here, angels cheer - because were together Weather wise it's such a lovely day You just say the words, and we'll beat the birds Down to Acapulco Bay It's perfect, for a flying honeymoon - they say Come fly with me, we'll fly we'll fly away- |
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Next time your found, with your chin on the ground
There a lot to be learned, so look around Just what makes that little old ant Think he'll move that rubber tree plant Anyone knows an ant, can't Move a rubber tree plant But he's got high hopes, he's got high hopes He's got high apple pie, in the sky hopes So any time your gettin' low 'Stead of lettin' go Just remember that ant Oops there goes another rubber tree plant When troubles call, and your back's to the wall There a lot to be learned, that wall could fall Once there was a silly old ram Thought he'd punch a hole in a dam No one could make that ram, scram He kept buttin' that dam 'Cause he had high hopes, he had high hopes He had high apple pie, in the sky hopes So any time your feelin' bad 'stead of feelin' sad Just remember that ram Oops there goes a billion kilowatt dam All problems just a toy balloon They'll be bursted soon They're just bound to go pop Oops there goes another problem kerplop |
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I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me I've got you under my skin. I try so not to give in I say to myself this affair, it never will go so well But why do I try to resist when honey, I know damn well That I've got you under my skin. (1) I would sacrafice anything come what might For the sake of having you near, in spite Of a warning voice that comes in the night And repeats, how it yells in my ear "Don't you know you fool, aint' no way you can win Why not use your mentality, Get up, wake up to reality" But each time I try, just the thought of you Makes me stop just before I begin, 'Cos I've got you under my skin. big-band instrumental break repeat (1) And I like you under my skin |
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Chicago, Chicago that toddling town
Chicago, Chicago I'll show you around - I love it Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues in Chicago The town that Billy's Sunday could not shut down On State Street that great street I just want to say They do things that they don't do on Broadway - say They have the time the time of their life I say a man and he danced with his wife In Chicago, my home town |
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Three coins in the fountain, each one seeking happiness,
Thrown by three hopeful lovers, Which one will the fountain bless? Three hearts in the fountain, each heart longing for its home, There they lie in the fountain, somewhere in the heart of Rome. Which one will the fountain bless? Which one will the fountain bless? Three coins in the fountain, through the ripples how they shine, Just one wish will be granted, one heart will wear a valentine. Make it mine, make it mine, make it mine! |
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It's very nice to go trav'ling
To Paris London and Rome It's oh so nice to go trav'ling But it's so much nicer, yes it's so much nicer, to come home It's very nice to just wander The camel route to Iraq It's oh so nice to just wander But it's so much nicer, yes it's oh so nice, to wander back The mam'selles and frauleins, and the senoritas are sweet But they can't compete 'cause they just don't have What the models have, on Madison Ave. It's very nice to be footloose With just a toothbrush and comb It's oh so nice to be footloose But your heart starts singin' when your homeward wingin' across the foam And you know your fate is Where the Empire State is All you contemplate is The view from Miss Liberty's dome It's very nice to go trav'ling But it's oh so nice to come home You will find the maiden and the gay muchachas are rare But they can't compare with that sexy line That parades each day at Sunset and Vine It's quite the life to play gypsy And roam as Gipsies will roam It's quite the life to play gypsy But your heart starts singin' when your homeward wingin' across the foam And the Hudson River Makes you start to quiver Like the latest flivver That's simply dripin' with crome It's very nice to go trav'ling But it's oh so nice to come home |
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Fairy tales can come true,
it can happen to you If you're young at heart For it's hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind If you're young at heart You can go to extremes with impossible schemes You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams And life gets more exciting with each passing day And love is either in your heart or on its way Don't you know that it's worth every treasure on Earth To be young at heart For as rich as you are it's much better by far To be young at heart And if you should survive to 105 Look at all you'll derive out of being alive Then here is the best part You have a head start If you are among the very young at heart And if you should survive to 105 Look at all you'll derive out of being alive Then here is the best part You have a head start If you are among the very young at heart |
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In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep You lie awake and think about the girl And never ever think of counting sheep When your lonely heart has learned its lesson Youd be hers if only she would call In the wee small hours of the morning Thats the time you miss her most of all When your lonely heart has learned its lesson Youd be hers if only she would call In the wee small hours of the morning Thats the time you miss her most of all |
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You see a pair of laughing eyes
And suddenly your sighing sighs You're thinking nothing's wrong You string along, boy, then snap! Those eyes, those sighs, they're part of the tender trap You're hand in hand beneath the trees And soon there's music in the breeze You're acting kind of smart, until your heart just goes wap! Those trees, that breeze, they're part of the tender trap Some starry night, when her kisses make you tingle She'll hold you tight, and you'll hate yourself for being single And all at once it seems so nice The folks are throwing shoes and rice You hurry to a spot, that's just a dot on the map You're hooked, you're cooked, you're caught in the tender trap Some starry night, when her kisses make you tingle She'll hold you tight, and you'll hate yourself for being single And all at once it seems so nice The folks are throwing shoes and rice You hurry to a spot that's just a dot on the map And then you wonder how it all came about It's too late now there's no gettin' out You fell in love, and love is the tender trap |
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