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You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me? Gee, honey, it seems to me You love to see me cryin' I don't know why I stay home each night When you say you phone You don't and I'm left alone. Sing the blues and sighin' You treat me coldly each day in the year You always scold me Whenever somebody is near, dear I must be great fun to be mean to me You shouldn't, for can't you see What you mean to me |
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I don't know why
but i'm feeling so sad I long to try something i've never had never had no kissing Oh what i've been missing Lover man oh where can you be The night is cold and i'm so all alone I'd give my soul just to call you my own got the moon above me but no one to love me lover man oh where can you be I've heard it said that the thrill of romance can be like a heavenly dream. I go to bed with the prayer that you'll make love to me sad as it seems One day we'll meet and you'll dry all my tears and whisper sweeet little things in my ears. A huggin' and a kissin' lord what i've been missin' lover man oh where can you be. |
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You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning 'round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea Casts a spell over me Still I say to myself "Get a hold of yourself" "Can't you see that it never can be?" You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature rise Like a summer with a thousand Julys You intoxicate my soul with your eyes Though I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance You go to my head You go to my head |
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If you could see me now, you'd know how blue I've been
One look is all you'd need to see the mood I'm in. Perhaps then you'd realize I'm still in love with you. If you could see me now, you'd find me being brave And trying awfully hard to make my tears behave But that's quite impossible, I'm still in love with you. You'll happen my way on some mem'rable day And the month will be May for a while. I'll try to smile but can I play the part Without my heart behind the smile? The way I feel for you I never could disguise The look of love is written plainly in my eyes. I think you'd be mine again if you could see me now. |
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Everything I have is yours
You are part of me Everything I have is yours My destiny I would gladly give the sun to you If the sun were only mine I would gladly give this earth to you And the stars that shine Everything that I possess I offer you Let my dream of happiness Come true I'd be happy just to spend my life Waiting at your beck and call Everything I have is yours My life My all Everything I have is yours You are part of me Everything I have is yours My destiny I would gladly give the sun to you If the sun were only mine I would gladly give the earth to you And the stars that shine Everything that I possess I offer to you Let my dream of happiness Come through I'd be happy just to spend my life Waiting at your beck and call Everything I have is yours My life My all |
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Oh, its a long, long while
from May to December, But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame one hasn't got time for the waiting game. Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few September November And these few precious days I'll spend with you. These precious days I'll spend with you. |
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Time after time
I tell myself that I'm So lucky to be loving you So lucky to be The one you run to see In the evening When the day is through I only know what I know The passing years will show You've kept my love so young So new And time after time You'll hear me say that I'm So lucky to be loving you I only know what I know The passing years will show You've kept my love so young So new And time after time You'll hear me say that I'm So lucky to be loving you |
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Walter Gross / Jack Lawrence
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly Then you and I came wandering by And lost in a sigh were we The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly Your arms opened wide and closed me inside You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly |
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Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
(Sometimes) Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child A long ways from home A long ways from home Do believe us? A long ways from home A long ways from home Yes, sometimes I feel like a motherless child (Why?) Why? 'Cause nothin' ever happens (Nothin') Well, nothin' good (So what's good?) You know to have a ball, man (You sick?) No (Hungry?) No, man I just had myself a whole mess of black-eyed peas and rice (Long way, long way) (See what I mean?) I did; I am a long ways from home But things could be worse, sure could |
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There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye, but very wise was he And then one day, a magic day he passed my way And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings This he said to me: "The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return" {instrumental interlude} "The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return" |
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I'm feelin' mighty lonesome,
haven't slept a wink; I walk the floor from nine to four 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 talkin to the shadows one o'clock till four, And Lord, how slow the moments go when all I do is pour Black coffee since the blues caught my eye; I'm hangin' out on Monday my Sunday dreams to dry. (Bridge) Now man is born to come a-lovin', And a woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her oven And down her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes. I'm moanin' all the mornin', moanin' all the night And in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight. Black coffee feelin' low as the ground. It's drivin' me crazy, this waitin' for my baby 'Til he come around, 'til he come around |
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I remember other days how I used to weep
Over things you said to me; I couldn't even sleep You forgot your promises, every single vow All you did was laugh at me, but things are different now I cried for you; now it's your turn to cry over me Every road has a turning That's one thing you're learning I cried for you; what a fool I used to be Now I found two eyes just a little bit bluer I found a heart just a little bit truer I cried for you; now it's your turn to cry over me How can I forget the hours that I worried through Wondering the live long day just what next thing to do? In those days you never thought anything of me But the slave that was all yours and now at last is free I cried for you; now it's your turn to cry over me Every road has a turning That's one thing you're learning I cried for you; what a fool I used to be Now I found two eyes just a little bit bluer I found a heart just a little bit truer I cried for you; now it's your turn to cry over me |
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Summertime
and the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is fine Oh your Daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin' So hush little baby don't you cry One of these mornings You're goin' to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take to the sky But till that morning There's a nothin' can harm you With daddy and mammy standin' by One of these mornings You're goin' to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take to the sky But till that morning There's a nothin' can harm you With daddy and mammy standin' by standin' by |
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Why do I just wither and forget all resistance
When you and your magic pass by My hearts in a dither dear When you're at a distance But when you are near, oh my Its not the pale moon that excites me That thrills and delights me, Oh no Its just the nearness of you It isn't your sweet conversation That brings this sensation, Oh no Its just the nearness of you When you're in my arms And I feel you so close to me All my wildest dreams Came true I need no soft lights to enchant me If you'll only grant me The right To hold you ever so tight And to feel in the night The nearness of you. |
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Perdido, I look for my heart it's perdido
I lost it way down in Torido While chancing a dance fiesta Bolero, he glanced as I danced the Bolero He said taking off his sombrero: 'Let's meet for a sweet fietsa' High was the sun when we first came close Low was the moon when we said adios Perdido, since then has my heart been perdido I know I must go to Torido, that yearning to lose perdido I look for my heart it's perdido I lost it way down in Torido He glanced as I danced the Bolero He smiled as he tipped his sombrero High was the moon when we first came close Low was the moon when we said adios Since then has my heart been perdido I must go to Torido, that yearning telude Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido The day the fiesta started Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido That's when my heart departed It's perdido! |
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I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string. I'd say that I had spring fever, But I know it isn't spring. I'm starry-eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing. Oh, why should I have spring fever When it isn't even spring? I keep wishing I were somewhere else, Walking down a strange new street. Hearing words that I have never heard From a man I've yet to meet. I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams, I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing. I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing. But I feel so gay, In a melancholy way, That it might as well be spring. And that's why I feel this way, And yet I know it's not spring today, But it might as well be spring. |
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