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C'est si bon,
De partir n'im porte ou, Bras desus bras dessous, En chantant des chansons, Ce'st si bon, De se dir' desmots doux, Des petite rien du tout, Mais qui en dissent long. C'est si bon, Lovers say that in France, When they thrill to romance, It means that itt's so good. C'est si bon, So I say it 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 it's this, dear, Nothing else can replace, Just your slightest embrace, And if you only would be my own, For the rest of my days, I will whisper this phrase, My darling, c'est si bon! |
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| 3:31 |
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I've posed for pictures with Iv'ry Soap
I've petted stray dogs, and shied clear of dope My smile is brilliant, my glance is tender But I'm noted most for my unspoiled gender I've been made Miss Reingold, though I never touch beer And I'm the person to whom they say, "You're sweet, my dear," The only etchings I've seen have been behind glass And the closest I've been to a bar is at ballet class Prim and proper, the girl who's never been cased I'm tired of being pure and not chased Like something that seeks it's level I want to go to the devil I want to be evil, I want to spit tacks I want to be evil and cheat at jacks I want to be wicked, I want to tell lies I want to be mean and throw mud pies I want to wake up in the morning With that dark brown taste I want to see some dissipation in my face I want to be evil, I want to be mad But more than that, I want to be bad I want to be evil and trump an ace Just to see my partner's face I want to be nasty, I want to be cruel I want to be daring, I want to shoot pool and in the theatre, I want to change my seat Just so I can step on everybody's feet I want to be evil, I want to hurt flies I want to sing songs like the guy who cries I want to be horrid, I want to drink booze And whatever I've got, I'm eager to lose I want to be evil, little evil me Just as mean and evil as I can be! |
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| 3:02 |
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Smoke gets in your eyes
They asked me how I knew my true love was true? Oh, I of course replied. ""Something here inside, cannot be denied"" They said someday you'll find, all who love are blind. When your heart's on fire. You must realize smoke gets in your eyes. So I chaffed them and I gayly laughed. To think they could doubt my love. Yet today, my love has flown away. I'm without my love. Now laughing friends deride, tears I cannot hide. So I smile and say. ""When a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes."" |
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| 8. |
| 3:08 |
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??sk체dar'a gider iken aldi da bir yagmur 2x
K창tibimin setresi uzun, etegi 챌amur 2x K창tip uykudan uyanmis, g철zleri mahmur 2x K창tip benim, ben k창tibin, ele karisir? K창tibime siter eter faltu ne g체zel yarasir Uskadara is a little town in Turkey And in the old days, many women had male secretaries Oh, well, that's Turkey! ??sk체dar'a gider iken bir mendil buldum 2x Mendilimin i챌ine lokum doldurdum 2x They take a trip from Uskudara in the rain And on the way they fall in love He's wearing a stiff collar In a full dress suit She looks at him longingly through her veil And casually feeds him candy Oh, those Turks ! K창tibimi arar iken yanimda buldum 2x K창tip benim, ben k창tibin, el ne karisir? K창tibime kolali da g철mlek ne g체zel yarasir K창tibimi arar iken yanimda buldum 2x K창tip benim, ben k창tibin, el ne karisir? K창tibime kolali da g철mlek ne g체zel yarasir 2x |
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| 2:59 |
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| 10. |
| 3:43 |
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I lost myself on a cool, damp night
I gave myself in that misty light Was hypnotized by a strange delight Under a lilac tree I made wine from the lilac tree Put my heart in its recipe It makes me see what I want to see And be what I want to be When I think more than I want to think Do things I never should do I drink much more than I ought to drink Because it brings me back you Lilac wine is sweet and heady Like my love Lilac wine, I feel unsteady Like my love Listen to me, I cannot see clearly Isn't that she, coming to me, nearly here Lilac wine is sweet and heady Where's my love Lilac wine, I feel unsteady Where's my love Listen to me, why is everything so hazy Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear Lilac wine, I feel unready for my love Feel unready, for my love |
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| 3:27 |
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Pintor nacido en mi tierra
Con el pincel extranjero Pintor que sigues el rumbo De tantos pintores viejos Aunque la virgen sea blanca Pintale angelitos negros Que tambien se van al cielo Todos los negritos buenos Pintor si pintas con amor Por que desprecias su color? Si sabes que en el cielo Tambien los quiere Dios Pintor de santos alcoba Si tienes alma en el cuerpo Por que al pintar en tus cuadros Te olvidaste de los negros Siempre que pintas iglesias Pintas angelitos bellos Pero nunca te acordaste De pintar un angel negro |
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| 3:04 |
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| 16. |
| 3:24 |
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Santa Baby,
Just slip a sable under the tree For me Been an awful good girl Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, A '54 convertible too Light blue I'll wait up for you, dear Santa baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my Christmas list Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really that's not A lot Been an angel all year Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa honey, One little thing I really need The deed To a platinum mine Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, And fill my stocking with a duplex And checks Sign your 'x' on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Lets see if you believe in me Santa Baby, Forgot to mention one little thing A ring I don't mean on the phone Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry...tonight |
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| 2:40 |
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How would you like to be
Down by the Seine with me Oh, what I'd give for a moment or two Under the bridges of Paris with you Darling, I'd hold you tight Far from the eyes of night Under the bridges of Paris with you I'd make your dreams come true How would you like to be Down by the Seine with me Oh, what I'd give for a moment or two Under the bridges of Paris with you Darling, I'd hold you tight Far from the eyes of night Under the bridges of Paris with you I'd make your dreams come true |
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| 2:58 |
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I used to fall
In love with all Those boys who call On young cuties But now I find I'm all inclined To keep my mind On my duties Since I've begun to share In such a sweet love affair Though I'm in love, I'm not above A date with a duke or a caddie It's just a pose, 'cause my baby knows That my heart belongs to daddy When some good scout, invites me out To dine on some fine fin and haddie My baby's sure, his love is secure Cause my heart belongs to daddy Yes my heart belongs to daddy So I simply couldn't be bad Yes I'm gonna marry daddy Da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ad If you feel romantic laddy Let me warn you right from the start That my heart belongs to daddy And my daddy belongs to my heart |
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