Альбом Frank Sinatra

It started out like a song, we started quiet and slow with no surprise,
Then one morning I woke to realize we have a good thing going.
It's not that nothing went wrong, some angry moment of course, but just a few,
And only moments no more because we knew we had a good thing going.
And if I wanted too much, was that such a mistake?
Half the time you never wanted enough, oh wake up, I don't make that a crime,
And while it's going along, you take for granted some love will wear away,
We took for granted a lot, and still I say, it could have kept on growing,
Instead of just kept on, we had a good thing going, going, gone.

And if I wanted too much, was that such a mistake?
Half the time you never wanted enough, oh wake up, I don't make that a crime,
And while it's going along, you take for granted some love will wear away,
We took for granted a lot, and still I say, it could have kept on going,
Instead of just kept on, we had a good thing going, going, gone.

Hey, look, no crying, though she has one foot out the door
I should be crying, it ought to hurt a little more
I should resent her, try to prevent her, whatever for?

Hey, look, I knew it, she's not the type to hang around
Some day she was bound to go
With that fact in mind, my tears were never apropos

Hey. look, no sorrow, I have been luckier than most
And if tomorrow I still feel haunted by her ghost
I will remember how I loved her and how it was
Who needs crying? With those memories in tow
Me, I'm flying, I got memories to show

Hey, look, no crying
Just "Goodbye", I'm letting go

Writer(s): leo robin/ralph rainger
Thanks for the memoryOf things I can't forgetJourneys on a jetOur wond'rous week in martiniqueAnd vegas and rouletteHow lucky I was
And thanks for the memoryOf summers by the seaDawn in waikikiWe had a pad in londonBut we didn't stop for teaHow cozy it was
Now since our breakup I wake upAlone on a gray morning-afterI long for the sound of your laughterAnd then I see the laugh's on me
But thanks for the memoryOf every touch a thrillI've been through the millI've lived a lot and learned a lotYou loved me not and stillI miss you so much

Thanks for the memoryOf how we used to jogEven in a fogThat barbecue in malibuAway from all the smogHow rainy it was
Thanks for the memoryOf letters I destroyedBooks that we enjoyedTonight the way things lookI need a book by sigmund freudHow brainy he was
Gone are those evenings on broadwayTogether we'd go to a great showBut now I begin with the late showAnd wish that youWere watching, too
I know it's a fallacyThat grown men never cryBaby, that's a lieWe had our bed of rosesBut forgot that roses dieAnd thank you so much

Long night, it's a long night, my friend
The barrooms and the back street's dead end
Sometimes I thought I saw the sunrise and good times in the air
It was just, it was just another big town with midnight's neon glare

Long night, it's a long night, I know
The bus rides and the "nowhere to go"

I've seen what the street corners do to things like love and dreams
Seen what the bottle can do to a man with his hopes and his schemes

A long night, what a long night it has been
The wheelers and the dealers, they win
I've tasted the 90-proof gin and chased it away with the blues
I rarely paid debts that I owed but I sure have paid my dues

No daylight, just a long night for me

I was five and she was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black and she wore white
She would always win the fight

Bang bang, she shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

Seasons came and changed the time
And we grew up, I called her mine
She would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"

"Bang bang, I shot you down"
"Bang bang, you hit the ground"
"Bang bang, that awful sound"
"Bang bang, I used to shoot you down"

Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang

Now she's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
She didn't even say "goodbye"
She didn't take the time to lie

Bang bang, she shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

I know there were a hundred ways to tell her I loved her
It's funny how they're all so clear today
And when her face was burning with sadness and yearning
I don't know why I turned my eyes away
But it's so easy looking at the game the morning after
Adding up the kisses and the laughter
Knowing how you'd play it if the chance to play it over ever came
But then, a Monday morning quarterback never lost a game
The room was so alive with all her feelings and longings
I saw the spark of danger in her eyes
Well, how would it have hurt me if I'd turned back and held her?
A moment passes, something lovely dies.
But it's so easy looking at the game the morning after,
Adding up the kisses and the laughter
Knowing how you'd play it if the chance to play it over ever came
But then, a Monday morning quarterback never lost a game
Yes, it's easier to win it when you know you'd never play it quite the same
But then, this Monday morning quarterback never lost a game

I'd be glad to stay right here with you, fact is, that is what I'd planned to
But from that fool look on your face, I think I'll head South to a warmer place
Thought I'd given you the best of me, I'd be glad to share the rest of me
But there's a chill in your embrace, so I'd better head South to a warmer place
Seems like yesterday we could kiss and build a fire, but now it's ten below
Seems like yesterday nights were warm with love's desire, but now it feels like snow
I don't mind a cold day now and then, but this long deep freeze has done me in
And it's too late to plead your case, so I'm goin' South to a warmer place
I don't mind a cold day now and then, but this long deep freeze has done me in
And it's too late to plead your case, so I'd better go South to a warmer place

She was Boston, I was Vegas,
She was crepe suzette, I was pie,
She was lectures, I was movies, but I loved her.
She was Mozart, I was Macy,
She was afternoon tea, I was saloon,
She was Junior League, I was Dodgers,
But I loved her morning, night and noon.
Opposites attract, the wise men claim,
Still I wish that we had been a little more the same.
It might have been a shoot out war,
If we had know each other more.
She was polo, I was race track,
She was museum, I was G.P.
She did her best to change me
Though she never never knew quite how,
But I loved her, almost as much as I do now.

She was Wall Street, I was pawn shop,
She was French champagne, I was beer,
She knew much more that I did
But there was one thing she didn't know,
That I loved her, 'cause I never never told her so.

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