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Night and day
You are the one
Only you beneath the moon and under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, darling, where you are
I think of you
night and day
Day and night
Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roarin' traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night
Night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me
And its torment won't be through
'Til you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day
Night and day
You are one
Only you 'neath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, baby, where you are
I think of you
Day and night
Night and day
Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roarin' traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night
Night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me
And its torment won't be through
'Til you let me spend life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day
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The sleepless nights - the daily fights
The quick toboggan - when you reach the heights
I miss the kisses - and I miss the bites
I wish I were in love again
The broken dates - the endless waits
The lovely loving - and the hateful hates
The conversation - with the flying plates
I wish I were in love again
No more pain - no more strain
Now I'm sane - but I would rather be punched - drunk
The pulled out fur - of cat and cur
The fine mismating - of a him and her
I've learned my lesson - but I wish I were
In love again
The furtive sigh - the blackened eye
The words: "I love you - 'til the day I day"
The self deception - that believes the lie
I wish I were in love again
When love congeals - it soon reveals
The faint aroma - of performing seals
The double-crossing - of a pair of heals
I wish I were in love again
No, no more care - no, no despair
Now I'm all there (now) - but I'd rather be puncdrunk
Believe me sir - I much prefer
The classic battle - of a him and her
I don't like quiet - and I wish I were
In love again - in love again - in love again
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I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got no car - got no mule
I got no misery
Folks with plenty of plenty
They've got a lock on the door
Afraid somebody's gonna rob 'em
While there out (a) making more - what for
I got no lock on the door - that's no way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor - that's OK with me
'Cause the things that I prize - like the stars in the skies - are all free
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got my gal - got my song
(I) Got heaven the whole day long
- Got my gal - got my love - got my song
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I guess I'll have to change my plan
I should have realized there'd be another man
I overlooked that point completely
Until the big affair began
Before I knew where I was at
I found myself upon the shelf and that was that
I tried to reach the moon but when I got there
All that I could get was the air
My feet are back upon the ground
I lost the one girl I'd found
Before I knew where I was at
I found myself upon the shelf and that was that
I tried to reach the moon but when I got there
All that I could get was the air
My feet are back upon the ground
I lost the one girl
The one girl I'd found
My boiling point is much too low
For me to try to be a fly Lothario
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Holdin' hands at midnight
'neath a starry sky
Nice work if you can get it
And you can get it if you try
Strollin' with the one girl
Sighin' sigh after sigh
Nice work if you can get it
And you can get it if you try
Just imagine someone
Waiting at the cottage door
Where two hearts become one
Who could ask for anything more?
Loving one who loves you
And then takin' that vow
Nice work if you can get it
And if you get it won't you tell me how?
Holdin' hands at midnight
'neath a starry sky
And strollin' with the one girl
Sighing sigh after sigh
Just imagine someone
Waiting at the cottage door
Where two hearts become one
Who could ask for anything more?
Loving one who loves you
And then takin' that vow
Nice work if you can get it
And if you get it won't you tell me how?
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We lived our little drama
We kissed in a field of white
And stars fell on Alabama
Last night
I can't forget the glamour
Your eyes held a tender light
While (And) stars fell on Alabama (fractured 'Bama)
Last night
I never planned in my imagination
A situation - so heavenly
A fairy land where no one else could enter
And in the center - just you and me
My heart beat (just) like a hammer
(My) Arms wound around you tight
And (While) stars fell on Alabama
Last night
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No one ever tells you what’s like to love and lose,
How it feels to waken and have breakfast with the blues,
How to go on living, how to face another day,
No one ever tells you the way.
No one ever tells you how it feels to walk alone,
Listening for those footsteps through the echo of your own.
Suddenly it hits you all those dreams not worth a dime,
Cause no one ever tells you in time.
Long before the icy winds of winter,
Autumn tells the swallows, time to fly,
Why did she pretend till the bitter end
Till it broke my heart to say goodbye.
And no one ever tells you that it’s just another fling
No one ever warns you when your heart begins to sing
Someone tells you later all is fair in love and war,
But no one ever tells you before.
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No one ever tells you that it’s just another fling,
No one ever warns you when your heart begins to sing
Someone tells you later all is fair in love and war,
But no one ever tells you before.
It never comes easy, no one ever tells you before.
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I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, madame with you
My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do
You know what, you're lovely
You know what, you're so lovely
and, oh, what you do to me
I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor
When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle
'specially when you do the Continental
but this feeling isn't purely mental
for Heaven rest us, Im not asbestos
And that's why
I won't dance, why should I?
I won't dance, how could I?
I won't dance, merci beaucoup
I know that music leads the way to romance
so If I hold you in my arms, I won't dance
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, madame with you
my heart won't let my feet do things that they want to do
You know what, you're lovely
Ring-a-ding-ding, you're lovely
and oh what, you do to me
I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor
When you dance you're charming and you're gentle
'specially when you do the Continental
but this feeling isn't purely mental
for Heaven rest us, Im not asbestos
And that's why
I won't dance
I won't dance
I won't dance, merci beaucoup
I know that music leads the way to romance
so If I hold you in my arms....
I won't dance
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Look down, look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
Look up, look up and seek your maker
Before Gabriel blows his horn
Weary totin' such a load
Trudgin' down the lonesome road
Look down, look down that lonesome road
Before, before you travel on
True love, true love, what have I done
That you should treat me so?
You caused me to walk and talk
Like I never did before
Weary totin' such a load
Trudgin' down that lonesome road
Look down, look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
Look down, look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
Look up, look up and seek your maker
Before Mr. Gabriel blows his horn
I'm weary of totin' such a heavy load
Trudgin' down that lonesome road
Look down, look down that lonesome road
Before, before you travel on
Look down, look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
Look down, look down that lonesome road
Before you decide to travel on
Look down, look down, look down, look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
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Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?
Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?
Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy?
Or is what I feel the real McCoy?
Is it for all time or simply a lark?
Is it Granada I see or only Asbury Park?
Is it a fancy not worth thinking of?
Or is it at long last love?
Is it an earthquake, or simply a shock?
Is it the good turtle soup, or is it merely the mock?
Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy?
Or is what I feel the real McCoy?
Is it for all time or simply a lark?
Is it Granada I see or only Asbury Park?
Is it a fancy, not worth thinking of?
Or is it at long long long last love?
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You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While the breeze on high sang a lullaby
You'd be all that I could desire
Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon burnin' above
You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise
To come home to and love
You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be awful nice by the fire
While the breeze up on high sang a lullaby
You'd be all that I could desire
Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon burnin' up there above
You'd be so nice, just like paradise
To come home to and love
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Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should
I got it bad and that ain't good
My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood
I got it bad and that ain't good
But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out, just cryin' my heart out
Doesn't love me like I love her, no, nobody could
I got it bad and that ain't good
Like a lonely weepin' willow who's lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain't good
And the things I tell my pillow, nobody should
I got it bad, I got I bad, and it's no good
Though folks with good intentions, they tell me to save up my tears
I'm glad I'm mad about her, I can't live without her
Lord above, make her love me the way that she should
I got it bad and that ain't good
I got it bad and that ain't good
No good
No good
No good
No good
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From this moment on
You for me, dear
Only two for tea, dear
From this moment on
From this happy day
No more blue songs
Only hoop-dee-doo songs
From this moment on
For you've got the love I need so much
You've got the skin that I love to touch
Got the arms to hold me tight
Got those sweet lips to kiss me goodnight
From this moment on
You and I, babe
We'll be ridin' high, babe
Every care is gone
From this moment on
From this moment on
You for me, dear
Only two for tea, dear
From this moment on
From, from this happy day
No more blue songs
Only hoop-dee-doo songs
From this moment on
For you've got the love that I need so much
Yeah, you've got the kind of skin that I love to touch
And you've got the arms that can hold me tight
You've got those lovely lips just to kiss me goodnight
From this moment on
You and I, babe
We'll be ridin' high, babe
Every one of our cares are gone
From this moment
From this very moment
From this moment on
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I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while
I could change the gray skies to blue
If I had you
I could leave the old days behind
Leave all my pals, I'd never mind
I could start my life anew
If I had you
I could climb a snow-capped mountain
Sail the mighty ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is nothin' I couldn't do
If I had you
I could climb a snow-capped mountain
Sail the mighty ocean wide
I could cross the burnin' desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is nothin' I couldn't do
If I had you
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Im not the guy who cared about love,
And Im not the guy who cared about fortunes and such,
I never care much,
Oh look at me now!
I never knew the technique of kissing,
I never knew the thrill I could get from your touch,
I never knew much,
Oh look at me now!
Im a new man better than Casanova at his best,
With a new heart and a brand new start,
Why Im so proud im boost in my best!
So im the guy who turned out a lover,
Yes Im the guy who laughed at those blue diamond rings,
One of those things!
Oh look at me now!
Im not the guy who cared about love,
And Im not the guy who cared about fortunes and such,
I never cared much,
Oh look at me now!
I never knew the technique of kissing,
I never knew the thrill I could get from your touch,
I never knew much,
Oh look at me now!
Im a new man bettr than Casanova at his very best,
With a new heart and a brand new start,
Why im so proud im boost in my best!
So Im the guy who turned out a lover,
Yes Im the guy who luaghed at those blue diamond rings,
One of those things!
Oh look at me now!
Look at me now!
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