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When the only sound on the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop The moon so long has been gazing down On the warward ways of this wayward town My smile becomes a smirk, I go to work Love for sale Appetizing young love for sale Love thats fresh and still unspoiled Love thats only slightly soiled Love for sale Who will buy Who would like to sample my supply Who's prepared to pay the price for a trip to paradise Love for sale Let the poets pipe of love In their childish ways I know every type of love Better far than they If you want the thrill of love I have been through the mill of love Old love New love Every love but true love Love for sale Appetizing young love for sale If you want to buy my wares follow me and climb the stairs Love for sale |
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Times have changed
And we've often rewound the clock Since the Puritans got a shock When they landed on Plymouth Rock If today Any shock they should try to stem 'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock Plymouth Rock would land on them In olden days a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking But now, God knows Anything goes! Good authors, too, who once knew better words Now only use four-letter words Writing prose, anything goes! The world has gone mad today And good's bad today And black's white today And day's night today When most guys today That women prize today Are just silly gigolos And though I'm not a great romancer I know that I'm bound to answer When you propose Anything goes! When grandmama whose age is eighty In night clubs is getting matey with gigolos Anything goes! When mothers pack and leave poor father Because they decide they'd rather be tennis pros Anything goes! If driving fast cars you like If low bars you like If old hymns you like If bare limbs you like If Mae West you like Or me undressed you like Why, nobody will oppose! When every night The set that's smart Is intruding in nudist parties in studios Anything goes! The world has gone mad today And good's bad today And black's white today And day's night today When most guys today That women prize today Are just silly gigolos And though I'm not a great romancer I know that I'm bound to answer When you propose Anything goes If saying your prayers you like If green pears you like If old chairs you like If back stairs you like If love affairs you like With young bears you like Why nobody will oppose! And though I'm not a great romancer I know that I'm bound to answer When you propose Anything goes Anything goes! |
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My story is much too sad to be told,
But practically everything Leaves me totally cold. The only exception I know is the case, When I'm out on a quiet spree, Fighting vainly the old enui And I suddenly turn and see, Your fabulous face. I get no kick from Champagne Mere alchohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick Out of you Some get a kick from cocain I'm sure that if I took even one sniff That would bore me terrificly too Yet I get a kick out of you I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me I get a kick though its clear to me you obviously don't Adore me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high With some guy in the sky is my idea of nothing to do Yet I get a kick Out of you |
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You'd be so easy to love
So easy to idolize all others above So worth the yearning for So swell to keep every home fire burning for And we would be so grand at the game Carefree together that it does seem a shame That you can't see your future with me Cause you'd be, oh, so easy to love You'd be so easy to love Easy to idolize all others above So worth the yearning for So swell to keep all the home fires burning for We'd be so grand at the game So carefree together that it does seem a shame That you can't see your future with me Cause you'd be, oh, so easy to love Easy to love Easy to love |
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Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon Under the sun Whether near to me or far It's no matter, darlin', where you are I think of you night and day Night and day, why's it so That this longing for you Follows wherever I go In the roaring traffic's boom In the silence of my lonely room I think of you night and day Night and day, under the hide of me There's an, ooh, such a hungry yearning Burning inside of me And this torment won't be through Till you let me spend my life making love to you Day and night, night and day |
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My story is much too sad to be told,
But practically everything Leaves me totally cold. The only exception I know is the case, When I'm out on a quiet spree, Fighting vainly the old enui And I suddenly turn and see, Your fabulous face. I get no kick from Champagne Mere alchohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick Out of you Some get a kick from cocain I'm sure that if I took even one sniff That would bore me terrificly too Yet I get a kick out of you I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me I get a kick though its clear to me you obviously don't Adore me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high With some guy in the sky is my idea of nothing to do Yet I get a kick Out of you |
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Strange dear, but true dear,
When I'm close to you, dear, The stars fill the sky, So in love with you am I. Even without you, My arms fold about you, You know darling why, So in love with you am I. In love with the night mysterious, The night when you first were there, In love with my joy delirious, When I knew that you could care, So taunt me, and hurt me, Deceive me, desert me, I'm yours, till I die..... So in love.... So in love.... So in love with you, my love... am I.... |
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When the only sound on the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop The moon so long has been gazing down On the warward ways of this wayward town My smile becomes a smirk, I go to work Love for sale Appetizing young love for sale Love thats fresh and still unspoiled Love thats only slightly soiled Love for sale Who will buy Who would like to sample my supply Who's prepared to pay the price for a trip to paradise Love for sale Let the poets pipe of love In their childish ways I know every type of love Better far than they If you want the thrill of love I have been through the mill of love Old love New love Every love but true love Love for sale Appetizing young love for sale If you want to buy my wares follow me and climb the stairs Love for sale |
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Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon Under the sun Whether near to me or far It's no matter, darlin', where you are I think of you night and day Night and day, why's it so That this longing for you Follows wherever I go In the roaring traffic's boom In the silence of my lonely room I think of you night and day Night and day, under the hide of me There's an, ooh, such a hungry yearning Burning inside of me And this torment won't be through Till you let me spend my life making love to you Day and night, night and day |
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Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, Madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today. She is sorry to be delayed, But last evening down in Lover's Lane she strayed. Madam. Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today. When she woke up and found, that her dream of love was gone. Madam. She ran to the man who had lead her so far astray. And from under a velvet gown, She drew a gun and shot her lover down, Madam. Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today. When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail, Madam, They strung her from the old willow cross the way. And the moment before she died, She lifted up her lovely head and cried, Madam. Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today. Miss Otis regrets... she's unable to lunch today. |
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At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best, Instead of getting 'em off my chest, To let 'em rest unexpressed, I hate parading my serenading As I'll probably miss a bar, But if this ditty is not so pretty At least it'll tell you How great you are. You're the top! You're the Coliseum. You're the top! You're the Louver Museum. You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss You're a Bendel bonnet, A Shakespeare's sonnet, You're Mickey Mouse. You're the Nile, You're the Tower of Pisa, You're the smile on the Mona Lisa I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop, But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top! Your words poetic are not pathetic. On the other hand, babe, you shine, And I can feel after every line A thrill divine Down my spine. Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans Might think that your song is bad, But I got a notion I'll second the motion And this is what I'm going to add; You're the top! You're Mahatma Gandhi. You're the top! You're Napoleon Brandy. You're the purple light Of a summer night in Spain, You're the National Gallery You're Garbo's salary, You're cellophane. You're sublime, You're turkey dinner, You're the time, the time of a Derby winner I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're an arrow collar You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar, You're the nimble tread Of the feet of Fred Astaire, You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama! You're camembert. You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante, You're the nose On the great Durante. I'm just in a way, As the French would say, "de trop". But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're a dance in Bali. You're the top! You're a hot tamale. You're an angel, you, Simply too, too, too diveen, You're a Boticcelli, You're Keats, You're Shelly! You're Ovaltine! You're a boom, You're the dam at Boulder, You're the moon, Over Mae West's shoulder, I'm the nominee of the G.O.P. Or GOP! But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad. You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad. You're the boats that glide On the sleepy Zuider Zee, You're an old Dutch master, You're Lady Astor, You're broccoli! You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia, You're the pants, on a Roxy usher, I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop, But if, baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! |
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When the only sound on the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop The moon so long has been gazing down On the warward ways of this wayward town My smile becomes a smirk, I go to work Love for sale Appetizing young love for sale Love thats fresh and still unspoiled Love thats only slightly soiled Love for sale Who will buy Who would like to sample my supply Who's prepared to pay the price for a trip to paradise Love for sale Let the poets pipe of love In their childish ways I know every type of love Better far than they If you want the thrill of love I have been through the mill of love Old love New love Every love but true love Love for sale Appetizing young love for sale If you want to buy my wares follow me and climb the stairs Love for sale |
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You'd be so easy to love
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My story is much too sad to be told,
But practically everything Leaves me totally cold. The only exception I know is the case, When I'm out on a quiet spree, Fighting vainly the old enui And I suddenly turn and see, Your fabulous face. I get no kick from Champagne Mere alchohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick Out of you Some get a kick from cocain I'm sure that if I took even one sniff That would bore me terrificly too Yet I get a kick out of you I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me I get a kick though its clear to me you obviously don't Adore me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high With some guy in the sky is my idea of nothing to do Yet I get a kick Out of you |
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