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Fairy tales can come true
It can happen to you
If you're young at heart
For it's hard you will find
To be narrow of mind
If you're young at heart
You can go to extremes
With impossible schemes
You can laugh when your dreams
Fall apart at the seams
And life gets more exciting
with each passing day
And love is either in your heart
Or on it's way
Don't you know that it's worth
Every treasure on earth
To be young at heart
For as rich as you are
It's much better by far
To be young at heart
And if you should survive to 105
Look at all you'll derive
Out of being alive
And here is the best part
You've had a head start
If you are among the very
Young at heart
And if you should survive to 105
Think of all you'll derive
Out of being alive
And here is the best part
You've had a head start
If you are among the very
Young at heart...
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When somebody loves you
Its no good unless he loves you...
All the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you
All the way
Taller than the tallest tree is
Thats how its got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue sea is
Thats how deep it goes if its real
When somebody needs you
Its no good unless she needs you
All the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all those in between years
Come what may
Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you let me love you
Its for sure I'm gonna love you
All the way
All the way....
So if you let me love you
Its for sure I'm gonna love you
All the way
All.. The ... Way......
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Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft.
And I've got no defense for it,
The heat is too intense for it.
What good would common sense for it do?
'Cause it's witchcraft,
Wicked witchcraft,
And although I know it's strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me,
My heart says yes indeed in me,
Proceed with what your leading me to
It's such an ancient pitch,
But one I wouldn't switch,
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you
**Instrumental break**
'Cause it's witchcraft,
That crazy witchcraft,
And although I know it's strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me,
My heart says yes indeed in me,
Proceed with what your leading me to...
It's such an ancient pitch,
But one that I would never switch,
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you
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Let's take it nice and easy
It's gonna be so easy
For us to fall in love
Hey baby what's your hurry
Relax and don't you worry
We're gonna fall in love
We're on the road to romance - that's safe to say
But let's make all the stops along the way
The problem now of course is
To simply hold your horses
To rush would be a crime
'Cause nice and easy does it every time
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My funny valentine...
Sweet, comic valentine...
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable
yet your my favorite work of art
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak,
are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine
Stay
Each day is valentine's day.
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak,
Are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine
Stay
Each day is Valentine's 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 ennui
Then I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face
Chorus:
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true?
That I get a
Kick! Out of you
[3 different verses for every song]
(Some like the perfume from Spain)
(I'm sure that if I took even one sniff)
(It would bore me terrifically too)
(But I get a kick out of you)
(Some like the bop-type refrain)
(I'm sure that if, I heard even one riff)
(It would bore me terrifically too)
(But I get a kick out of you)
(Some they may go for cocaine)
(I'm sure that if, I took even one sniff)
(It would bore me terrifically too)
(But 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 it's clear to see, you obviously do not adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some gal in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
But I get a kick out of you
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She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre, and never comes late
She never bothers, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons or earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, and it's oak
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry, to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theatre, but never comes late
She'd never bother, with people She'd hate
Thats why the Lady is a Tramp
She'll have no crap games, with Sharpie's and Fraud's
And she won't go to Harlem, in Lincoln's or Ford's
And she won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads
That's why the Lady is a Tramp
She loves the free, fresh, wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's oak
Hates California, it's so cold, and so damp
That's why the Lady, That's why the Lady
That's why the Lady is a Tramp
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I have got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin
I have tried so not to give in
I have said to myself this affair never gonna go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby I know so well
I have got you under my skin
I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of holding you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, and it shouts in my ear
Don't you know blue eyes, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
Instrumental
I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, and it shouts in my ear
Don't you know little fool, you never can win
Why not use your mentality, step up, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
I love you under my skin
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Three coins in a fountain
Each one seeking happiness
Thrown by three hopeful lovers
Which one will the fountain bless
Three hearts in a fountain
Each heart longing for its home
There they lie in the fountain
Somewhere in the heart of Rome
Which one will the fountain bless
Which one will the fountain bless
Three coins in a fountain
Through the ripples how they shine
Just one wish will be granted
One heart will wear a Valentine
Make it mine, make it mine, make it mine
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Went to see a movie show
Found myself an empty row
Thought the show was just alright
Same old Saturday night
Then I made the usual stop
Coffee at the coffee shop
Friendly face nowhere in sight
Same old Saturday night
I really thought - the papers I bought
Would help me forget you for a while
Believe me honey - the funnies weren't funny
They didn't even make me smile
How I wish you'd lift the phone
Fun is fun - but not alone
'Til you let me hold you tight
Same old Saturday night
Only your face - can help me erase
That same old Saturday night
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Don't worry 'bout me
I'll get along
Just you forget about me
Be happy my love
Just say that our little show is over
And so the story ends
Why not call it a day, the sensible way
And we'll remain friends
Look out for yourself
Should be the rule
Just give your heart and your love, to whom ever you love
Don't you be a fool
Baby why stop and cling, to some fading thing
That used to be
So if you can't forget
Don't you worry 'bout me
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Chicago, Chicago that toddling town
Chicago, Chicago I will show you around - I love it
Bet your bottom dollar you lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday couldn't shut down
On State Street, that great street, I just want to say
They do things they don't do on Broadway
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man, he danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago my home town
Chicago, Chicago that toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago I'll show you around - I love it
Bet your bottom dollar you lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down
On State Street, that great street, I just want to say
They do things that they never do on Broadway -- say
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man and he danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago -- that's my home town
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