If they ask me, I could write a book. About the way you walk and whisper and look. I could write a preface on how we met. So the world would never forget.
I could have told you. She'd hurt you. She'd love you a while. Then desert you. If only you asked. I could have told you so. I could have saved you. Some crying.
Could have danced all night, Could have danced all night. And still have begged for more. I could have spread my wings, and done a thousand things. I've never done before.
Whenever skies look gray to me and trouble begins to brew. Whenever the winter winds become too strong. I concentrate on you. . When fortune cries "Nay, nay" to me.
I can't give you anything but love, baby,. That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby.. Dream awhile, scheme awhile, we're here to find. Happiness and I guess, all those things you've always pined for..
I can't stop loving you. So I've made up my mind. To live, live in memories. Of old lonesome time. . I can't stop wanting you. It useless to say. So I'll just live my life.
Your eyes are blue, your kisses too. I never knew what they could do. I can't believe that you're in love with me. . You are telling everyone I know. I'm on your mind, each place you go.
I'm a glum one. It's explainable. I met someone. Unattainable. Life's a bore. The world is my. oyster no more. All the papers. Where I lead the news. With my capers.
Writer(s): Getzov/Frank. . You don't laugh anymore, when we're alone. You don't talk quite as long, when we're on the phone. You say that you, still love me so.
I begged her, I pleaded, I told her: Baby, come out of your shell,. I told her: Maybe, you'll find that it's swell,. I argued, I threatened, I said: You can't send me home,.
I believe, I believe,. I believe in wishing wells,. But I also believe in a lot of things,. Things the daisy tells,. I believe, I believe that a four-leaf clover brings,.
You have the cool clear eyes of a. seeker of wisdom and truth,. Yet there's that upturned chin and. the grin of impetuous youth,. I believe in you,. I believe in you..
I am loved, I am loved by the one I love in every way,. I am loved, absolutely loved,. What a wonderful thing to be able to say.. I'm adored, I'm adored by the one who first led my heart astray,.
How old am I?, I'm old enough to know. The difference between infatuation. And a love that has a chance to grow. . How old am I?, I'm not too old to hear.
Hey don't save your kisses - just pass 'em around. You'll find my reason - is logically sound. Who's gonna know that you passed them around. A hundred years from today?.
Writer(s): Springer/Leigh. . How little we know. How much to discover. What chemical forces flow. From lover to lover. . How little we understand - what touches of that tingle.
(Lorrie). How do you keep the music playing, how do you make it last. How do keep the song from fading too fast. How do you lose yourself to someone, and never lose your way.
Writer(s): antonio carlos jobim - ray gilbert - vinicius demoraes. . How insensitive. I must have seemed. When she told me that he loved me. How unmoved and cold.
How's your love life, how's your heartbeat, how do you do with me?. How's that new boy, how does he rate, how do you do without me?. My doctors say I'm fit and healthy, I really come on,.
How much do I love you?. I'll tell you no lie. How deep is the ocean?. How high is the sky?. . How many times a day do I think of you?. How many roses are sprinkled with dew?.