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Day by day I'm falling more in love with you
And day by day my love seems to grow There isn't any end to my devotion It's deeper dear by far than any ocean I find that day by day you're making all my dreams come true And (So) come what may I want you to |
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2. |
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Gonna take a sentimental journey
Gonna set my heart at ease Gonna make a sentimental journey To renew old memories I got my bag, I got my reservation Spent each dime I could afford Like a child in wild anticipation I long to hear that: "All aboard!" Seven, that's the time we leave - at seven I'll be waiting up for heaven Counting every mile of railroad track - that moves me back I never though my heart could be so yearny Why did I decide to roam Gotta take a sentimental journey Sentimental journey home |
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Writer(s): Lerner/Loewe
What a day this has been What a rare mood I'm in Why it's almost like being in love There's a smile on my face For the whole human race Why it's almost like being in love All the music of life seems to be (Just) Like a bell that is ringing for me And from the way that I feel When the bell starts to peel I would swear I was falling, I could swear I was falling - It's almost like being in love |
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Give me five minutes more, only five minutes more
Let me stay, let me stay in your arms Here am I, begging for only five minutes more Only five minutes more of your charms All week long I dreamed about our Saturday date Don't you know that Sunday mornin |
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Writer(s): David/Evans/Altman
Daisy is darling, Iris is sweet Lily is lovely, Blossom's a treat Of all the sweethearts - a guy could meet Well I finally chose an American beauty rose Camelia's tragic, she can't be mine Magnolia's magic, it makes Maggie shine Laurel will hug you, Orchid's divine Still I finally chose an American beauty rose She's clingier than Ivy, and she's zingier than black-eyed Susan And springier than Mabel in June I'm daffy as a daffodil, it's laughable the way I thrill When roses are in bloom Pansy is pretty, Willow is tall Violet's kisses, tulips (two lips) recall (Violet's kiss is Tulip's recall) How can I choose one, I love 'em all Still I finally chose an American beauty rose |
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Writer(s): Oliver
You'll shout when it hits you - yes indeed! Yes you'll shout when it hits you - yes indeed! When the spirit moves you, you'll shout: "hallelujah!" When it hits you, (you'll) holler (shout) - yes indeed! |
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Grab your coat and get your hat, leave your worry at the doorstep
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street Can't you hear that pitter pat and that happy tune is your step Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade But I'm not afraid 'cause this rover, crossed over If I never had a cent I'll be as rich as Rockfeller Gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street With those blues on parade Because this rover, it crossed over If I never had a cent I'll be as loaded as old Rockfeller With that gold dust 'round my feet On the sunny side of the street On the side, at that side of the street that is sunny |
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That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well Icy fingers up and down my spine The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same old tingle that I feel inside When that elevator starts its ride 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 are the lover that I've waited for The mate that fate had me created for And every time your lips meet mine Baby down and down I go, all around I go In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in Under that old black magic called love |
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Lover, when I'm near you, and I hear you - speak my name
Softly, in my ear you - breathe a flame Lover, it's immoral, but why quarrel - with our bliss When, two lips of coral - want to kiss I say (that) the devil is in you, and to resists you - I try But if you didn't continue - I would die Lover, please be tender, when you're tender - fears depart Lover, I surrender - to my heart |
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Writer(s): Black
I'm gonna buy a paper doll, that I can call my own A doll that other fellas cannot steal And then the flirty, flirty guys - with all their flirty, flirty eyes Will have to flirt with dollies, that are real When I come home at night - she will be waiting She'll be the truest doll in all this world I'd rather have a paper doll, to call my own Then have a fickle minded - real live girl corrects a few typos and corrects punctuation: I'm gonna buy a paper doll that I can call my own A doll that other fellas cannot steal And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes Will have to flirt with dollies that are real When I come home at night she will be waiting She'll be the truest doll in all this world I'd rather have a paper doll to call my own Than have a fickle-minded real live girl I'd rather have a paper doll to call my own Than have a fickle-minded real live girl |
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I don't know why I should cry over you
Sigh over you, even be blue I should have known that you'd leave me alone And break my heart in two Although you have left me alone to pine And all of my love was a (big fat) waste of time Someday your heart will be broken like mine So why should I cry over you? You broke my heart you took it apart So pack up your baggage and beat it Why should I cry over you? |
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I gotta right to sing the blues
I gotta right to feel low-down I gotta right to hang around Down around the river A certain gal in this old town Keeps draggin' my poor (old) heart around All I see, for me is - misery I gotta right to sing the blues I gotta right to moan and sigh I gotta right to sit and cry Down around the river I know the deep blue sea Will soon be callin' me It must be love - say what you choose I gotta right to sing the blues |