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To spend one night with you
In our old rendezvous And reminisce with you That's my desire To be where gypsies play Down in that ole cafe We'll dance till break of day That's my desire We'll sip a little glass of wine I'll gaze into your eyes divine I'll feel the touch of your lips Pressing on mine To hear you whisper low Just when it's time to go Darling, I love you, so That's my desire To hear you whisper low Doggone you know it's time to go Darling, I love you so You're my desire Though you found someone new I'll always love you That's my desire |
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I found my thrill on blueberry hill
On blueberry hill when I found you The moon stood still on blueberry hill And lingered until my dreams came true The wind in the willow played Love's sweet melody But all of those vows we made Were never to be Tho' we're apart, you're part of me still For you were my thrill on blueberry hill |
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Up in the mornin'
Out on the job Work like the devil for my pay But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do But roll around heaven all day. Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids Sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do But roll around heaven all day Dear lord above, can't you know I'm pining, tears all in my eyes Send down that cloud with a silver lining, lift me to paradise Show me that river, take me across Wash all my troubles away Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do but rol around heaven all day But roll around heaven all day Send down that cloud with a silver lining, lift me to paradise Show me that river, take me across Wash all my troubles away Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do But roll around heaven all day |
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C'est si bon (it's so good)
De Com C'est si bon Lovers say that in france When they thrill to romance It means that it´s so good C´est si bon So I say to you Like the french people do Because it´s oh so good. Every word, every sigh, every kiss, dear, Leads to only one thought And the thought is this, dear! C´est si bon Nothing else can replace Just your slyest embrace And if you only would Be my own for the rest of my days I will whisper this phrase My darling, my darling... C'est si bon! |
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Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast This is la vie en rose When you kiss me heaven sighs And though I close my eyes I see la vie en rose When you press me to your heart I'm in a world apart A world where roses bloom And when you speak Angels sing from above Everyday words seems To turn into love song Give your heart and soul to me And life will always be la vie en rose |
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I'll tell you why I can't find you
Every time I go out to your place... You gone fishin' (well how you know) Well there's a sign upon your door (uh-huh) Gone fishin' (I'm real gone man) You ain't workin' anymore (could be) There's your hoe out in the sun Where you left a row half done You claim that hoein' ain't no fun (well I can prove it) You ain't got no ambition Gone fishin' by a shady wady pool (shangrila, really la) I'm wishin' I could be that kind of fool (should I twist your arm? ) I'd say no more work for mine (welcome to the club) On my door I'd hang a sign Gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin' Papa bing (yeah louis) I stopped by your place a time or two lately And you aren't home either Well, I'm a busy man louis. I got a lotta deals cookin' I was probably tied up at the studio You weren't tied up you dog You was just plain old... Gone fishin' (bah-boo-bah-boo-bah-boo-bah-boo-bah) There's a sign upon your door (pops, don't blab it around, will you? ) Gone fishin' (keep it shady, I got me a big one staked out) Mmm, you ain't workin' anymore (I don't have to work, I got me a piece of gary) Cows need milkin' in the barn (I have the twins on that detail, they each take a side) But you just don't give a darn (give 'em four bits a cow and hand lotion) You just never seem to learn (man, you taught me) You ain't got no ambition (you're convincin' me) Gone fishin' (bah-boo-dah-do-dah-do-dah-do) Got your hound dog by your side (that's old cindy-lou goin' with me) Gone fishin' (mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm) Fleas are bitin' at his hide (get away from me boy, you bother me) Mmm, folks won't find us now because Mister satch and mister cros We gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin' Bah-boo-baby-bah-boo-bah-bay-mmm-bo-bay Oh yeah! |
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Give me a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss. Sweetheart, I ask no more than this: A kiss to build a dream on. Give me a kiss before you leave me, And my imagination will feed my hungry heart. Leave me one thing before we part, A kiss to build a dream on. When I’m alone with my fancies, I’ll be with you, Weaving romances, making believe they’re true. Give me your lips for just a moment, And my imagination will make that moment live. Give me what you alone can give, A kiss to build a dream on! |
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I touch your lips and all at once the sparks go flying
Those devil lips that know so well the art of lying And though I see the danger, still the flame grows higher I know I must surrender to your kiss of fire Just like a torch, you set the soul within me burning I must go on, I'm on this road of no returning And though it burns me and it turns me into ashes My whole world crashes without your kiss of fire I can't resist you, what good is there in trying? What good is there denying you're all that I desire? Since first I kissed you my heart was yours completely If I'm a slave, then it's a slave I want to be Don't pity me, don't pity me Give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow Love me tonight and let the devil take tomorrow I know that I must have your kiss although it dooms me Though it consumes me, your kiss of fire I can't resist you, what good is there in trying? What good is there denying you're all that I desire? Since first I kissed you my heart was yours completely If I'm a slave, then it's a slave I want to be Don't pity me, don't pity me Give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow Love me tonight and let the devil take tomorrow I know that I must have your kiss although it dooms me Though it consumes me. the kiss of fire!!! Aaah Burn me!!! |
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Pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are crooning songs soft and low Needn't tell me so because I know It's sleepy time down south Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees Folks down there like a life of ease When old mammy falls upon her knees It's sleepy time down south Steamboats on the river a coming or a going Splashing the night away Hear those banjos ringing, the people are singing They dance til the break of day, hey Dear old southland with his dreamy songs Takes me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms When it's sleepy time way down south Dear old southland with his dreamy songs Take me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms When it's sleepy time down south Sleepy time down south |
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Hey baby, how about this dance?
Why? 'cause it takes two to do this dance! Takes two to tango, two to tango, two to really get the feeling of romance. Lets do the tango, do the tango, do the dance of love. You can sail on a ship by yourself, take a nap or a nip by yourself. You can get into debt on your own, ther's a lot of things that you can do alone! But ... Takes two to tango, two to tango, two to really get the feeling of romance. Lets do the tango, do the tango, do the dance of love. You can stare at the moon by yourself, take a laugh like a loon by yourself, spend a lot, go to pot on your own, there's a lot of things that you can do alone! But listen here... Takes two to tango, two to tango, two to really get the feeling of romance. Lets do the tango, do the tango, do the dance of love. Ohh seeee... |
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Skokiaan Oooooh, far away in Africa
Happy, happy Africa They sing a-bing-a-bang-a-bingo They have a ball and really go Skokiaan, Skokiaan, Skokiaan Oooooh, Take a trip to Africa Take any ship to Africa Come on along and learn the lingo Beside a jungle bungalow Skokiaan, Skokiaan, Skokiaan Hot drums are drumming, the Hot strings are strumming, and Warm lips are blissful, they're Kissful of Skokiaan Oooooh, when you go to Africa Happy, happy, Africa You live along like a king-o Right in the jungle bungalo Hokey-Skoki, Skoki-oki-aan Okey-Dokey, anybody can (Skoki-Skoki) man, oh man, oh man You sing a-bing-a-bang-a-bingo In hokey-pokey Skokiaan Skoi-aa-aa-aa--ann Oh-hoooo, far away in Africa Happy, happy Africa They sing a-bing-a-bang-a-bingo They have a ball and really go, go, go Oh-hoooo, take a trip to Africa Any ship to Africa Come on along and learn the lingo Beside a jungle bungalow Hot drums are drumming, the Hot strings are strumming, and Warm lips are blissful, they're Kissful of Skokiaan Oooooh, if you go to Africa Happy, happy Africa You live along like a king-o Right in a jungle bungalo Skokiaan, Skokiaan, Skokiaan, Skokiaan Ooooooooh, right in a jungle bungalo Skokiaan |
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Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe And he keeps it, ah, out of sight Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves, oh, wears old MacHeath, babe So there's never, never a trace of red On the sidewalk on Sunday mornin', don't you know Lies a body just oozin' life And someone's sneakin' round the corner Could that be our boy Mack the Knife? From a tugboat, down by the river dontcha know Where a cement bag's just a'droopin' on down That cement's there, it's there for the weight, dear Five'll get ya ten old Macky's back in town Now d'ja hear 'bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash And now MacHeath spends, he spends just like a sailor Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash? Now Jenny Diver, ho, Sukey Tawdry Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Oh, the line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky's back in town I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Yes, that line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky's back in town Look out, old Macky's back!! |
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No one to talk with
All by myself No one to walk with But I'm happy on the shelf Ain't misbehavin' I'm savin' my love for you I know for certain The one I love I'm through with flirtin' It's just you I'm thinkin' of Ain't misbehavin' I'm savin' my love for you Like Jack Horner In the corner Don't go nowhere What do I care? Your kisses are worth waitin' for Believe me I don't stay out late Don't care to go I'm home about eight Just me and my radio Ain't misbehavin' I'm savin' my love for you |
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