Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington. Don't put your daughter on the stage. The profession is overcrowded. And the struggle's pretty tough.
Poor little rich girl,. You're a bewitched girl,. Better take care.. Laughing at danger,. Virtue a stranger,. Better beware!. The life you lead sets all your nerves a-jangle,.
The night is like a lovely tune. Beware my foolish heart. How white the ever constant moon. Take care my foolish heart. . There's a line between love and fascination.
How should I begin?. I find myself residing. At the dried out end of a dead history.. All my thoughts are dirt. Scattered on a coffin,. And I a dilettante funereal spectator here..
You wouldn't know it to look at me,. but I'm a superhero. I've got x-ray vision and everything. My frail frame belies my strength. I can lift tall buildings.
Take a load off your mind. Ride the mighty glory. Listen to my story. Ride the mighty high. . Take a load off your mind. Ride the mighty glory. Listen to my story.
You may not have me all the time. You may never go my way. Mother earth is laying for you. Cuz of all the debts you got to pay. . Don't care how great you are.
My funny valentine. Sweet comic valentine. You make me smile with my heart. Your looks are laughable. Unphotographable. Yet your my favorite work of art.
My baby don't care for shows. My baby don't care for clothes. My baby just cares for me. My baby don't care for cars and races. My baby don't care for high-tone places.
The night is like a lovely tune. Beware my foolish heart. How white the ever constant moon. Take care my foolish heart. . There's a line between love and fascination.
Hoy desperté con las estrellas. Ésas que brillan aún estando al sol. E imaginé que era una de ellas. Iluminando todo alrededor. . Siento tu voz dentro de mí.
Io non posso stare fermo con le mani nelle mani. tante cose devo fare prima che venga domani. e se lei già sta dormendo io non posso riposare. farò in modo che al risveglio non mi possa più scordare.
Hit it, Hal. . Early in the mornin', she hitched a ride down to Louisville. Holdin' onto a hundred dollar bill. Dressed herself like a Cajun Queen in New Orleans, baby.
There's more pretty girls than one. More pretty girls then one. Every old town that I rambled around. And there's more pretty girls than one. . Mama talked to me last night.
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,.
Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear. And it shows them pearly white. Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe. And he keeps it, ah, out of sight.
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.. Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.. . There, silhouetted under and eastern star,. I see my long lost blossom of shalimar.
Written by Robert Wachtel. © 1973 Leadsheet Land (ASCAP). . Maybe he's right. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe what I'm saying is the way it should be. Nobody knows when the truth goes by.
Walk me out in the morning dew my honey. Walk me out in the morning dew today. I can't walk you out in the morning dew my honey. I can't walk you out in the morning dew, at all.
I get a little worried when you focus on my money. Money, money, money, money. All the kissin' and the huggin' actin' like you're my best buddy. Buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy.