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Diana Krall


Background information
Birth name Diana Jean Krall
Born November 16, 1964
Born place Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada
Genre(s) Jazz
Traditional pop
Years active 1990—present
Label(s) Verve Records
GRP Records
Associated acts Elvis Costello
Website Website



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Diana Krall Album


All For You (1995)
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Here's something that I'd like to bring to you
Wrapped all in cellophane, designed for you
Tell you what it's all about
It is without a doubt
Swing in the latest style
Service with a smile

If you want to swing and shout
Get your heels and get about
I'm an errand girl for rhythm, send me

Just get hip and follow through
I'll deliver straight to you
I'm an errand girl for rhythm, send me

You can always find me down at Smokey Joe's
That's where all the hip and groovy people go
If you want variety, take a tip and call for me
I'm an errand girl for rhythm, send me

You can always find me down at Smokey Joe's
That's where all the smart and swinging people go
If you want variety, take a tip and call on me
I'm an errand girl for rhythm

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Love makes me treat you
The way that I do
Gee baby, ain't I good to you

There's nothing in this whole world too good
For a boy so sweet and true
Gee, baby ain't I good to you

Bought you a fur coat for Christmas
Diamond ring
Big Cadillac car and everything
What makes me treat you
The way that I do

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I can't forget the night I met you
That's all I'm dreaming of
And now you call it madness
But I call it love

You made a promise, to be faithful
By all the stars up above
Now you call it madness
But I call it love

My heart is beating, it keeps repeating
For you constantly
You're all I'm needing, so I am pleading
Please come back to me

You made a plaything out of romance
And what were you thinking of
For now you call it madness

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I don't want french fried potatoes, red ripe tomatoes
I'm never satisfied
I want the frim fram sauce
With oss-en-fay with sha fafa on the side

I don't want pork chops and bacon
That won't awaken, my appetite inside
I want the frim fram sauce
With oss-en-fay with sha fafa on the side

Well you know a girl
She really got to eat
And a girl she should eat right
Five will get you ten
I'm going to feed myself right tonight

I don't want fish cakes and rye bread
You heard what I said
Waiter please, I want mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce

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I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where gigolo and gigalette
Can take a kiss without regret
So they forget their broken dreams

You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
When you behold your shattered dreams
And gigolo and gigalette
Awake to find their eyes are wet
With tears that tell of broken dreams

Here is where you'll always find me
Always walking up and down
But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town

The joy that you find here you borrow
You cannot keep it long it seems
But gigolo and gigalette
Still sing a song and dance along

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Once I had a man, sweet as he could be
Once I had a man and he was right for me
Kind of curly hair, eyes so soft and true
That you couldn't help but care
When he looked at you
He called me baby
Baby all the time

He said, "Baby can't you see?"
"Baby understand?"
"Baby you're for me"
"Oh won't you take my hand?"
But I push him away
Wouldn't let him near
Pushed him far away
And now I'm wishing I could hear him
Call me baby, baby all the time

It's so lonely through the day
Lonely through the night
Lonely, lonely hours without that
Man I held so tight
Lord I pray that you will listen to my plea
Keep him close to you so he'll come back to me
And call me baby, baby all the time

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Hit that jive Jack
Put it in your pocket till I get back
Going downtown to see a man
And I ain't got time to shake your hand

Hit that jive Jack
Put it in your pocket till I get back
Time and time waits for no man
And I ain't got time to shake your hand

Standing on a corner
All full of jive
But you know that you're my boy
So I'm forced to give you five
Shadde yadda

Hit that jive Jack
Put it in your pocket till I get back
Going downtown to see a man

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Who had the boys turning hand springs?
Crazy to lov her claimed she
Who could so misunderstand things?
You're looking at me

Who was so sure of her conquest?
Sure as a human could be
Who wound up losing the contest?
You're looking at me
You're looking at me

Where is that girl?
Who was certain her charms couldn't fail
Where is that girl?
Believed every word of this ridiculous tale

Who was so childishly flattered?
Thought she'd swept him off his feet
Who woke to find her dreams shattered?
Might I repeat
Might I repeat for you
Needn't strain your eyes
To see what I want you to see
That's right

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I'm thru with love
I'll never fall again
Said adieu to love
Don't ever call again
For I must have you or no one
That's why I'm thru with love

I've locked my heart
I keep my feelings there
I have stocked my heart
Like an icy Frigidaire
For I need to care for no one
That's why I'm thru with love

Why did you lead me
To think that you cared
You didn't need me
For you have your share
Of slaves around you
To hound you and swear
Their deep emotion

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Do I want you?
Oh my do I
Honey, indeed I do

Do I need you?
Oh my do I
Honey, deed I do

I'm glad that I'm the one who found you
That's why I'm always hanging around you

Do I love you?
Oh my do I

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A blossom fell from off a tree
It settled softly on the lips you turn to me
The gypsies say and I know why
A falling blossom only touches lips that lie

A blossom fell and very soon
I saw you kissing someone new
Beneath the moon
I thought you'd love me
You said you love me
We planned together
To dream forever
The dream has ended
For true love died
The day a blossom fell

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I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while
I could turn the gray skies to blue
If I had you

I could leave my old days behind
Leave all my pals and never mind
There is nothing I couldn't do
If I had you

I could climb a snow-capped mountain
Sail the mighty ocean wide
I could cross a burning desert
If I had you by my side

I could be a queen dear on ground
Humble or poor
Rich or renown
There is nothing I couldn't do

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When I grow too old to dream, I will have you to remember.
When I grow too old to dream, your love will live in my heart.
So kiss me my sweet, and so let us part.
When I grow too old to dream, your love will live in my heart.

When I grow, when I grow too old to dream, I will have you to remember.
When I grow, when I grow too old to dream
Your love will live, will live in my heart.
So kiss me, my sweet, and so let us part.
When I grow, when I grow too old
sh-do-ya-do-ya-do-ya to dream! Your love will live in my heart.

So kiss me my sweet! And so let us part

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