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A cigarette that bares a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you. A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumblin'words that told you what my heart meant A fairground's painted swings These foolish things Remind me of you. You came, You saw, You conquered me When you did that to me I knew somehow this had to be The winds of march that made my heart a dancer A telephone that rings but who's to answer Oh, how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you First daffodils And long excited cables And candle lights A little corner table And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you The park at evening When the bell has sounded The pier in france With all the gulls around it The beauty that is spring These foolish things Remind me of you How strange, How sweet, To find you still, These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me The sigh of midnight trains At empty stations Silk stockings thrown aside Dance invitations Oh how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you Gardenia perfume Lingering on a pillow Wild strawberries Only seven francs a kilo And still my heart has wings, These foolish things, Remind me of you The smile of garbo And the scent of roses The waiters whistling As the last bar closes The song that crosby sings These foolish things Remind me of you How strange How sweet To find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me The scent of smoldering leaves The wail of steamers Two lovers on the street Who walk like dreamers Oh how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you. |
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Squeeze me
But please don't tease me C'mon and squeeze me But please don't tease me Want you to know I go for your squeezing Want you to know it really is pleasing Want you to know I ain't for no teasing (scat) Treat me sweet and gentle When you say goodnight Just squeeze me But please don't tease me I get sentimental When you hold me tight Just squeeze me But please don't tease me Missing you since you went away Singin' the blues away each day Counting the nights and waiting for you I'm in the mood to let you know I never knew I loved you so Please say, you love me too When I get this feeling I'm in ecstasy So squeeze me But don't tease me Missing you since you went away Singin' the blues away each day Counting the nights and waiting for you I'm in the mood to let you know I never knew I loved you so Please say, you love me too When I get this feeling I'm in ecstasy So squeeze me But please don't tease me C'mon and squeeze me But please don't tease me Hear me honey, talkin' Squeeze me But please don't tease me |
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I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door And in between I drink Black Coffee Love's a hand me down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday room I'm talking to the shadows 1 o'clock to 4 And Lord, how slow the moments go When all I do is pour Black Coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hanging out on Monday My Sunday dream's too dry Now a man is born to go a lovin' A woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her oven And drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm moody all the morning Mourning all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much hard to fight Black Coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby To maybe come around My nerves have gone to pieces My hair is turning gray All I do is drink black coffee Since my man's gone away |
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That old black magic's got me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well Those icy fingers Up and down my spine The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same old tingle that I feel inside And when that elevator starts its ride Darling down and down I go, round and round I go Like a leaf that's caught in the tide I should stay away but what can I do I hear your name, and I'm aflame Aflame with such a burning desire That only your kiss can put out the fire You're the lover You're the lover You're the lover You're the lover I have waited for The mate that fate had me created for And everytime your lips meet mine Darling down and down I go, Round and Round I go In a spin, I'm loving the spin that I'm in I'm Under that old black magic called love Yes I'm in a spin, I'm loving the spin I'm in I'm under that old black magic called love Got me spinning and spinning and spinning around Like an elevator's going down In this magic, black magic called love |
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As Dorothy Parker once said
To her boyfriend, "fare thee well" As Columbus announced When he knew he was bounced, "It was swell, Isabel, swell" As Abelard said to Eloise, "Don't forget to drop a line to me, please" As Juliet cried, in her Romeo's ear, "Romeo, why not face the fact, my dear" It was just one of those things Just one of those crazy flings One of those bells that now and then rings Just one of those things It was just one of those nights Just one of those fabulous flights A trip to the moon on gossamer wings Just one of those things If we'd thought a bit, of the end of it When we started painting the town We'd have been aware that our love affair Was too hot, not to cool down So good-bye, dear, and amen Here's hoping we meet now and then It was great fun But it was just one of those things If we'd thought a bit, of the end of it When we started painting the town We'd have been aware that our love affair Was too hot, not to cool down So good-bye, dear, and amen Here's hoping we meet now and then It was great fun But it was just one of those things Just one of those things |
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I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew I had that feeling of self-pity What to do, what to do, what to do The outlook was decidedly blue But as I walked through the foggy streets alone It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known A foggy day, in London town Had me low, had me down I viewed the morning, with much alarm British Museum, had lost its charm How long I wondered, Could this thing last But the age of miracles, hadn't passed For suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town, The sun was shining everywhere For suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town, The sun was shining everywhere Everywhere Everywhere Everywhere |
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Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice warmer than the summer night,
The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height, Each star it's own aurora borealis suddenly you held me tight, I could see the midnight sun. I can't explain the silver rain that found me or was that moonlit veil, The music of the universe around me or was that a nightingale, And then your arms miraculously found me suddenly the sky turned pail, I could see the midnight sun. Was there such a night? It's a thrill I still don't quite believe, But after you were gone there was still some stardust on my sleeve. The pain of it may dwindle to an ember and the stars forget to shine, And we may see the meadow in December, Icy white and crystalline, But oh my darlin’ always I'll remember when your lips were close to mine, And I saw the Midnight Sun |
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad I was never been to a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward) But social circles spin too fast for me My "hobohemia" is the place to be I get too hungry, for dinner at eight I like the theater, but never come late I never bother, with people I hate That's why the lady is a tramp I don't like crap games, with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls That's why the lady is a tramp I like the free, fresh wind in my hair Life without care I'm broke, it's o'k Hate California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp Girls get massages, they cry and they moan Tell slender Ella to leave me alone I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own That's why the lady is a tramp The food at the Kopensky is perfect, no doubt I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out That's why the lady is a tramp Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face Diamonds and lace, no got, so what?! for Frank Sinatra, I whistle and stamp That's why the lady is a tramp She's a hobo She's a scamp She's a no-good kinda tramp That's why the lady is a tramp ***this song's the "Ella In Berlin" CD version*** |
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They say into your early life romance came
And in this heart of yours burned a flame A flame that flickered one day and died away Then, with disillusion deep in your eyes You learned that fools in love soon grow wise The years have changed you, somehow I see you now Smoking, drinking, never thinking of tomorrow, nonchalant Diamonds shining, dancing, dining with some man in a restaurant Is that all you really want? No, sophisticated lady, I know, you miss the love you lost long ago And when nobody is nigh you cry |
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Night and stars above that shine so bright
The myst'ry of their fading light That shines upon our caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across the sand so I may keep The mem'ry of our caravan This is so exciting You are so inviting Resting in my arms As I thrill to the magic charms Of you beside me here beneath the blue My dream of love is coming true Within our desert caravan! |
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