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Oh, Please
Lend your little ear to my pleas
Lend a ray of cheer to my pleas
Tell me that you love me too
Please
Let me hold you tight in my arms
I could find delight in your charms
Every night my whole life through
Your eyes reveal that you have the soul of
An angel white as snow
How long must I play the role of
A gloomy Romeo
Oh, Please
Say you're not intending to tease
Speed that happy ending and please
Tell me that you love me too
Your eyes reveal that you have the soul of
An angel white as snow
How long must I play the role of
A gloomy Romeo
Oh, please
Say you're not intending to tease
Speed that happy ending and please
Tell me that you love me too
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You came, I was alone
I should have known you were temptation
You smiled, luring me on
My heart was gone, you were temptation
It would be thrilling if you were willing
If it can never be, pity me
For you were born to be kissed
I can't resist
You are temptation and I am yours
Here is my heart
Take it and say we'll never part
I'm just a slave, only a slave
To you, temptation
For you were born to be kissed
I can't resist
You are temptation and I am yours
Here is my heart
Take it and say we'll never part
I'm just a slave, only a slave
To you, temptation
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written by Bing Crosby, Ned Washington, Victor Young
© 1932 Lawrence Music Publishers Inc (ASCAP)
I need your love so badly
I love you oh so madly
But I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you
I thought at last I'd found you
But other loves surround you
And I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you
If you'd surrender for a tender kiss or two
You might discover that I'm the lover meant for you
And I'll be true
But what's the good of scheming
I know I must be dreaming
'Cause I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you
So what's the good of scheming
I know I must be dreaming
'Cause I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you
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There's a famous thoroughfare
I've heard collegiates say
I'm not referring to Piccadilly
It's not 42nd Street
It's not the rue de la Paix
Nor is it Market Street in Philly
Ask most any college Romeo
To complete your education you must go....
Down the old ox road
Though you'll never find where it is
By looking in maps
With a little investigation you'll discover perhaps
That this old tradition's not a place
But just a proposition called
The old ox road
The old ox road
Ox road could be any romantic spot
A country highway or a moonlit yacht
It could be in the parlor
When the lights are burning low
It could be in the movie
In the very last row
Down the old ox road
In the magic of the moonlight
You are filled with delight
While the leaves that flutter o'er you
Whisper lover tonight
Why keep waiting, and debating
When you know it's time for mating
On the old ox road
On the old ox road
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Lost in the shuffle, I've drifted an' strayed
Bruised by the city, bewildered, betrayed
With a heart heavy laden with faltering strides
I have come to the bridge, to the line that divides!
What am I doing up here in a daze
As I gaze at the cold river bed?
Why do I ask myself, "Shall I go back
when I seem to be going ahead?"
To black moonlight!
Where everything reflects your colour
Darkness that is endless.
nights that leave me friendless . . . blue!
Black moonlight!
You make the lights of Harlem duller
Just like me you're faded, jaded and degraded . . . too!
Why must you send . . .
ebony moonbeams, depressing, distressing . . .
like shadows of love that are gone?
Where will it end?
Will it spread on to the starlight, the sunlight
and darken each promise of dawn?
Black moonlight!
I've lost all power to resist you
Madly, I await you, even though I hate you
Black, black moonlight!
Music by Arthur Johnston
with lyrics by Arthur Coslow, 1933
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Where the blue of the night
meets the gold of the day
someone waits for me
And the gold of her hair
crowns the blue of her eyes
like a halo tenderly
If only I could see her
oh how happy I would be
Where the blue of the night
meets the gold of the day
someone waits for me
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Dinah
Is there anyone finer
In the state of Carolina?
If there is and you know her
Show her to me.
Dinah
Got those Dixie eyes blazin'
How I love to sit and gazin'
To the eyes of Dinah Lee.
Every night why do I
Shake with fright?
Cause my Dinah might
Change her mind about me.
Oh, Dinah
Should you wander to China
I would hop an ocean liner
Just to be with Dinah Lee.
Mills bros repeat verse.
Bing scats.
Every night why do I
Shake with fright?
Cause my Dinah might
Change her mind about me.
The name of this song is Dinah.
Said it.
The name of this song is Dinah.
Snag it.
The name of this song is Dinah.
Ah, Tell it.
The name of this song is Dinah.
Dinah
wander to China,
the state of Carolina
Listen, and you know her
I would like to have you show her to me.
Dinah
Got those Dixie eyes blazin'
How I love to sit and gazin'
To the eyes of Dinah Lee.
Oh, Dinah
Should you wander to China
I would get me an ocean liner
Just to be with Dinah Lee.
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Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky,
And stay by my side until morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven, to live with thee there.
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Night and you and Blue Hawaii
The night is heavenly and you are heaven to me
Lovely you and Blue Hawaii
With all this loveliness there should be love
Come with me while the moon is on the sea
The night is young and so are we, so are we
Dreams come true in Blue Hawaii
And mine could all come true this magic night of nights with you
Come with me while the moon is on the sea
(the moon is on the sea)
The night is young and so are we
(so are we)
Dreams come true in Blue Hawaii
And mine could all come true this magic night of nights with you
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Sweet Leilani
Heavenly flower
Nature fashioned roses kissed with dew
And then she placed them in a bower
It was the start of you.
Sweet Leilani
Heavenly flower
I dreamed of paradise for two.
You are my paradise completed.
You are my dream come true.
Sweet Leilani
Heavenly flower
Tropic skies are jealous as they shine
I think they're jealous of your blue eyes
Jealous hecause you're mine.
Sweet Leilani
Heavenly flower
I dreamed of paradise for two.
You are my paradise completed.
You are my dream come true.
You are my paradise completed.
You are my dream come true.
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A long time ago
A million years BC
The best things in life
Were absolutely free
But no one appreciated
A sky that was always blue
And no one congratulated
A moon that was always new
So it was planned that they would vanish now and them
And you must pay before you get them back again
That's what storms were made for
And you shouldn't be afraid for
Every time it rains it rains
Pennies from heaven
Don't you know each cloud contains
Pennies from heaven
You'll find your fortune falling
All over town
Be sure that your umbrella is upside down
Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love
You must have showers
So when you hear it thunder
Don't run under a tree
There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me
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We used to dwell in love's own palace
A palace of dreams come true
Now that we're through I bear no malice
Though we've called it a day
All I can say is
Thanks for all the lovely delights
I found in your embrace.
I'm thankful though I know
It's ending all too soon
And thanks for unforgettable nights
I never can replace
And memories that linger like a haunting tune
It is better to have loved you dear and lost
Than never to have loved at all
Yes it's better, for no matter what the cost
I held the world in sway, an emperor for a day
And thanks again for taking me on the road to paradise
We lost our road, but still I must convey our thanks
It is better to have loved you dear and lost
Than never to have loved at all
Yes, its better, for no matter what the cost
I held the world in sway, an emperor for a day
And thanks again for taking me on the road to paradise
We lost our way but still I must convey my thanks
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