Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Brown paper packages tied up with strings. These are a few of my favorite things.
La la la la la la, La la la la la la. . Minha amada querida , amvel como um dia de vero. Minha amada querida , distante como a via lctea. Minha amada querida , aquela pequena lindinha que eu adoro.
Now that I am often dreaming of when you stop by. Flowers, I am gone for hours. Imagination. Imagine, that I am so close by. And waiting for you to come by.
It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue. It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you. I still hear you sayin', "Dear one, hold me fast".
Have you seen the cute and keen. Baby sweet as a tangerine?. That's my gal, Mezzanine!. . Got blazin' eyes, like temptation,. No more like 'em in creation;.
My honey's lovin' arms,. They hold a world of charms,. Little place to nestle when I'm so lonely,. I'm comin', little morris chair,. Oh, what a happy little pair!.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, Madam,. Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today,. She's so sorry to be delayed,. But last evening down in Lover's Lane she strayed, Madam,.
We stole his bird,. Coo-coo!. A mighty fine bird,. Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!. We stole this bird from the coo-coo clock, and Brother Treadway put it in hoc..
My little Margie, I'm always thinkin' of you, Margie. I'll tell the world I love you. Don't forget your old promises to me. I have bought, I gotta a house and ring and everything.
Folks, here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher. She was a red-hot hoochie-coocher. She was the roughest, toughest frail. But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale.
Folks, here's a story about Minnie the Moocher. She was a real live hoochie-koocher. She was the roughest, toughest frail. But Minnie had a heart as big as a wha-a-le.
The very thought of you makes my heart sing. Like an April breeze on the wings of spring,. And you appear in all your splendor,. My one and only love..
It begins to tell. 'Round midnight, midnight. I do pretty well, till after sundown. Suppertime I'm feelin' sad. But it really gets bad. 'Round midnight.
Every night and every day. I sit and wonder how it all went wrong.. Out of sight and out of place. And everybody know there's something gone.. All my people need a taste of wonder.
Whether you are here or yonder,. Whether you are false or true. Whether you remain or wander,. I'm growing fonder of you. Even though your friends forsake you,.