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All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm no good without you
Take my lips
I wanna lose them
Take my arms
I'll never use them
Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry
How can I get on dear without you
You took the part that once was my heart
So why not take all of me
All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm just a mess without you
Take my lips
I wanna lose them
Why don't you take my arms
I'll never use them
Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry
How can I get along without you
You know that you took a part that used to be my heart
So why not take all of me
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If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way you walk and whisper and look
I could write a preface on how we met
So the world would never forget
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot
Then the world discovers as my book ends
How to make two lovers of friends
(If they asked me, I could write a book )
(About the way you walk and whisper and look)
(I could write a preface on how we met)
(So the world would never forget)
(Never, never forget)
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot
Then the world discovers as my book ends
How to make two lovers of friends
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How glad the many millions of Annabelles and Lillians
Would be to capture me
But you had such persistence, you wore down my resistance
I fell and it was swell
I'm your big and brave and handsome Romeo
How I won you I shall never never know
It's not that you're attractive
But, oh, my heart grew active
When you came into view
I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie
All the day and night-time give me sigh
I never had the least notion that
I could fall with so much emotion
Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I have got a crush on you
Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage
That we could share
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I have got a crush, my baby, on you
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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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Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
'Cause that's the night that my sweetie and I
Used to dance cheek to cheek
I don't mind Sunday night at all
'Cause that's the night friends come to call
And Monday to Friday go fast
And another week is past
But Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
Mmmm... Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
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Like the folks you meet on
Like to plant my feet on the Brooklyn Bridge
What a lovely view from
Heaven looks at you from the Brooklyn Bridge
I love to listen to the wind through her strings
The song that she sings for the town
I love to look up at the clouds in her hair
She's learned to wear like a crown
If you've been a rover
Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge
Don't let no one tell you
I've been tryin' to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge
All the folks in Manhattan are sad
'cause they look at her and wish they had
The good old Brooklyn Bridge
If you've been a rover
Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge
Don't let no one tell you
I've been tryin' to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge
You'll miss her most when you roam
'cause you'll think of her and think of home
The good old Brooklyn Bridge
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If I don't see her each day, I miss her
Gee what a thrill, each time I kiss her
Believe me, I've got a case
On Nancy, with the laughing face
She takes the winter and makes it summer
And summer could take some lessons from her
Picture a tomboy in lace
That's Nancy with the laughing face
Did you ever heard mission bells ringing
Well she'll give you the very same glow
When she speaks you would think it was singing
Just hear her say hello
I swear to goodness, you can't resist her
Sorry for you she has no sister
No angel could replace Nancy with the laughing face
Keep Betty Grable, Lamour & Turner
She makes my heart a charcoal burner
It's heaven when I embrace my Nancy with the laughing face
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What is america to me
A name, a map, or a flag I see
A certain word, democracy
What is america to me
The house I live in
A plot of earth, a street
The grocer and the butcher
And the people that I meet
The children in the playground
The faces that I see
All races and religions
That's america to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town or city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
The air of feeling free
And the right to speak my mind out
That's america to me
The things I see about me
The big things and the small
The little corner newsstand
And the house a mile tall
The wedding and the churchyard
The laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a growing
For a hundred and fifty years
The town I live in
The street, the house, the room
The pavement of the city
Or a garden all in bloom
The church the school the clubhouse
The million lights I see
But especially the people
That's america to me
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These are the blues
Nothing but blues
Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a diffrent tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
They started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began
They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start, the start of the blues
And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Way up on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Until it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it
They rehearsed it
And then sent out that news
That the Southland gave birth to the blues
They nursed it
And they rehearsed it
That the Southland they gave birth to the blues
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My heart is sad and lonely
For you I sigh, for you, dear, only
Why haven't you seen it?
I'm all for you, body and soul
I spend my days in longin'
And wond'ring why it's me you're wrongin'
I tell you, I mean it
I'm all for you, body and soul
I can't believe it, it's hard to conceive it
That you'd turn away romance
Are you pretending? It looks like the ending
Unless I could have one more chance to prove, dear
My life a wreck you're making
You know I'm yours for just the taking
I'd gladly surrender myself to you, body and soul
My life a wreck you're making
You know I'm yours for just the taking
I would gladly surrender myself to you, body and soul
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I never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never knew my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embrace
April in Paris
Chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables
Under the trees
April in Paris
This is a feeling
That no one can ever reprise
I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it face to face
And I never knew my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embrace till
April in Paris
Whom can I run to?
What have you done to my heart?
What have you done to my heart?
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In this world of ordinary people
Extraordinary people
I'm glad there is you
In this world of over-rated pleasures
Of under-rated treasures
I'm so glad there is you
I live to love, I love to live with you beside me
This role so new, I'll muddle through with you to guide me
In this world where many, many play at love
And hardly any stay in love
I'm glad there is you
In this world where many, many play at love
And hardly any stay in love
I'm glad there is you
More than ever, I'm glad there is you
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Just found joy
I’m as happy as a baby boy
When he’s playing with his choo-choo toy
When I’m with my sweet Lorraine
She’s got a pair of eyes
That are bluer than the summer sky
When you see 'em you’re gonna realize
Why I love my sweet Lorraine
When it’s raining I don’t miss the sun
’cause it’s in my sweeties smile
Just to think that I’m the lucky one
Who will lead her down the aisle
Each night how I pray
That nobody steals her heart away
I can’t wait until that lucky day
When I marry my Lorraine
When it’s raining I never miss the sun
’cause it’s in my sweeties smile
Just to think that I’m the lucky one
Who’s gonna lead her down the well known aisle
Each night how I pray
That nobody steals her heart away
I can’t wait until that lucky day
When I marry my Lorraine
That'll be the day when I marry my Lorraine
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What good are words I say to you?
They can't convey to you what's in my heart
If you could hear instead
The things I've left unsaid
Time after time
I tell myself that I'm
So lucky to be loving you
So lucky to be
The one you run to see
In the evening, when the day is through
I only know what I know
The passing years will show
You've kept my love so young, so new
And time after time
You'll hear me say that I'm
So lucky to be loving you
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Laura is the face in the misty light
Footsteps that you hear down the hall
The laugh that floats on a summer night
That you can never quite recall
And you see Laura on a train that is passing through
Those eyes, how familiar they seem
She gave your very first kiss to you
That was Laura, but she's only a dream
She gave your very first kiss to you
That was Laura, but she's only a dream
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I hear music when I look at you
A beautiful theme of every dream I ever knew
Down deep in my heart
I hear it play
I feel it start
Then melt away
I hear music when I touch your hand
A beautiful melody from some enchanted land
Down deep in my heart
I hear it say
'Is this the day?'
I alone have heard this lovely strain
I alone have heard this glad refrain
'Must it be forever inside of me?
Why can't I let it go?
Why can't I let you know
Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?'
That beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring
The music is sweet
The words are true
The song is you
Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?
That beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring
The music is sweet
The words are true
The song is you
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I'm a fool to want you
I'm a fool to want you
To want a love that can't be true
A love that's there for others too
I'm a fool to hold you
Such a fool to hold you
To seek a kiss not mine alone
To share a kiss the Devil has known
Time and time again I said I'd leave you
Time and time again I went away
But then would come the time when I would need you
And once again these words I'd have to say
Take me back, I love you
Pity me, I need you
I know it's wrong, it must be wrong
But right or wrong I can't get along
Without you
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Put your dreams away for another day
And I will take their place in your heart
Wishing on a star never got you far
And so it's time to make a new start
When your dreams at night
Fade before you
Then I'll have the right
To adore you
Let your kiss confess this is happiness, darling
And put all your dreams away
When your dreams at night
Fade before you
Then I'll have the right
To adore you
Let your kiss confess this is happiness, darling
And put all your dreams away
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