The one who has me for his own Is on the town and I'm alone In his blue suit and his new tie He slams the door without goodbye Tonight my eyes are jealous green Tonight I'm melancholy mean He meets in
Sous les ponts de Paris, lorsque descend la nuit, Tout's sort's de gueux se faufil'nt en cachette Et sont heureux de trouver une couchette, Hotel du courant d'air, où l'on ne paie pas cher, L'parfum
It's a lazy afternoon And the beetle bugs are zooming And the tulip trees are blooming And there's not another human in view but us two It's a lazy afternoon And the farmer leaves his reaping In the
I've posed for pictures with Iv'ry Soap, I've petted stray dogs, and shied clear of dope (I've petted stray dogs, and I never mope) My smile is brilliant, my glance is tender But I'm noted most for my
Come on along and listen to The lullaby of Broadway The hip hooray and ballyhoo The lullaby of Broadway The rumble of a subway train The rattle of the taxis The daffydils who entertain At Angelo's and
They asked me, how I knew My true love was true I of course replied, something here inside Can not be denied They said, some day you'll find All who love are blind When you heart's on fire, you must
Do you wanna take me cruising on an ocean liner to places I long to see? Well, with my champagne taste and your beer bottle pockets Don't forget to write me when you get there in your row-boat When yo
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