When I grow too old to dream, I will have you to remember.. When I grow too old to dream, your love will live in my heart.. So kiss me my sweet, and so let us part..
When I grow too old to dream, I will have you to remember.. When I grow too old to dream, your love will live in my heart.. So kiss me my sweet, and so let us part..
We thought that love was over,. That we were really through,. I said I didn't love him,. That we'd begin anew. And you can all believe me,. We sure intended to,.
When the bells all ring and the horns all blow. And the couples we know are fondly kissing. Will I be with you or will I be among the missing?. . Maybe it's much too early in the game.
If you see me walking ddown the street. And I start to cry each time we meet. Walk on by. Walk on by. Make believe that you don't see the tears. Just let me grieve in private.
Wallflower, wallflower. Won't you dance with me?. I'm sad and lonely too. Wallflower, wallflower. Won't you dance with me?. I'm fallin' in love with you.
I search. For phrases. To sing. Your praises. But. There aren't. Any magic. Adjectives. To tell you. All you are. . You're just. Too marvelous. Too marvelous.
The way you wear your hat. The way you sip your tea. The memory of all that. No, no they can't take that away from me. The way your smile just beams. The way you sing off key.
This can't be love because I feel so well. No sobs, no sorrows, no sighs. This can't be love I get no dizzy spells. My head is not in the skies. . My hearts does not stand still.
The look of love. Is in your eyes. A look your smile. Can't disguise. . The look of love. Is saying so much more than. Just words could every say. And what my heart has heard.
There was a moon out in space. But a cloud drifted over it's face. You kissed me and went on your way. The night we called it a day. I heard the song of the spheres.
The girl in the other room. She knows by now. There's something ain't know other fears. Now she wears this thread bare. She sits on the floor. The glass press tight to the wall.
Well you gassed her up. Behind the wheel. With your arm around your sweet one. In your Oldsmobile. Barrelin' down the boulevard. You're looking for the heart of Saturday night.
Rusted brandy in a diamond glass. Everything is made from dreams. Time is made from honey slow and sweet. Only the fools know what it means. Temptation, temptation, temptation.
I walk along the street of sorrow. The boulevard of broken dreams. Where gigolo and gigalette. Can take a kiss without regret. So they forget their broken dreams.
Oh how I love him. But he just doesn't see. . Tall and tan and young and handsome. The boy from Ipanema goes walking. And when he passes. Each girl he passes goes.
The buzzard took the monkey for a ride in the air. The monkey thought that ev'rything was on the square. The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back.
Long ago and oh so far away. I fell in love with you, before the second show. Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear. But you're not really here. It's just the radio.
Treat me sweet and gentle. When you hold me tight. Just squeeze me. But please don't tease me. . I get sentimental. When you hold me tight. Come and squeeze me.
Stop this world, let me off. There's just too many pigs in the same trough. There's too many buzzards sitting on the fence. Stop this world, it's not making sense.