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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


Background information
Birth name Francis Albert Sinatra
Born December 12, 1915
Born place Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Died May 14, 1998
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Years active 1935—1995
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Associated acts Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Website Website



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Frank Sinatra Album


Songs For Young Lovers (Reissue) (1960)
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The moment I saw her smile
I knew she was just my style
My only regret
Is we've never met
For I dream of her all the while

But she doesn't know I exist
No matter how I may persist
So its clear to see
There's no hope for me
Though I live 5135 Kenningston Avenue
And She lives at 5133

How can I ignore the Girl Next Door
I love Her more than I can say
Doesn't try to please me
Doesn't even tease me
And She never sees me glance Her way
And though I'm heart-sore

The Girl Next Door
Affection for me
Wont display
I just adore Her
So I cant ignore Her
The Girl Next Door

(orchestra)

The Girl Next Door

. . .


There are many many crazy things
That will keep me loving you
And with your permission
May I list a few

The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No, no, they can't take that away from me

The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No, no, they can't take that away from me

We may never never meet again, on the bumpy road to love
But I'll always, always keep the memory of

The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you've changed my life
No they can't take that away from me
No they can't take that away from me

(Interlude)

We may never, never, never meet again, on the bumpy road to love
Still I'll always, always keep that memory of

The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you've changed my life
No, no, they can't take that away from me
No they can't take that away
They won't take that away
Cause they can't take that away
From me

. . .


It was winter in Manhattan, falling snow flakes filled the air,
The streets were covered with a film of ice,
But a little simple magic that I learned about somewhere,
Changed the weather all around, just within a thrice.
I bought you violets for your furs and it was spring for a while, remember?
I bought you violets for your furs and there was April in that December.
The snow drifted down and the flowers, and that is where it lay.
The snow looked like dew and the blossoms as on a summer day.
I bought you violets for your furs and there was blue in the wintry sky,
You pinned my violets to your furs and gave a lift to the crowds passing by,
You smiled at me so sweetly, since then one thought occurs,
That we fell in love completely, the day I bought you violets for your furs.

. . .


There's a somebody
I'm longing to see
I hope that she
Turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over me

I'm a little lamb
Who's lost in the wood
I know I could
Could always be good
To one who'll watch over me

Although I may not be the man
Some girls think of
As handsome
But to her heart
I'll carry the key

Won't you tell her please
To put on some speed
Follow my lead
Oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Won't you tell her please
To put on some speed
Follow my lead
Oh how I need
Someone to watch
Over me

. . .


The very thought of you makes
My heart sing
Like an April breeze
On the wings of spring
And you appear in all your splendor
My one and only love

The shadows fall
And spread their mystic charms
In the hush of night
While you’re in my arms
I feel your lips so warm and tender
My one and only love

The touch of your hand is like heaven
A heaven that I’ve never known
The blush on your cheek
Whenever I speak
Tells me that you are my own

You fill my eager heart with
Such desire
Every kiss you give
Sets my soul on fire
I give myself in sweet surrender
My one and only love

The blush on your cheek
Whenever I speak
Tells me that you are my own
You fill my eager heart with
Such desire
Every kiss you give
Sets my soul on fire
I give myself in sweet surrender
My one and only love

My one and only love

. . .


When you were very young, the world was younger than you,
As merry as a carousel,
The circus tent was strung with ever star in the sky,
Above the ring you loved so well.
Now the young world has grown old, gone are the silver and gold,
Chorus : Sit there and count your fingers, what can you do,
Old girl, you're through.
Just sit there and count your little fingers, unhappy little girl blue.
Sit there and count the raindrops falling on you,
It's time you knew,
All you can count on are the raindrops that fall on little girl blue.
No use, old girl, you might as well surrender,
Your hopes are getting slender, why won't somebody send a tender
Blue boy to cheer up little girl blue.

. . .


Lately, I find myself gazing at stars, hearing guitars like someone in love.
Sometimes the things I do astound me, mostly whenever you're around me.
Lately I seem to walk as though I had wings, bump into things like someone in love.
Each time I look at you, I'm limp as a glove, and feeling like someone in love.

. . .


I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self pity
What to do? What to do? What to do?
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the dreary streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known

A foggy day, in London town
Had me low, and it had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
The British Museum, it lost its charm

How long I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles, it hadn't past
For suddenly, I saw you standing right there
And in foggy London town, the sun was shining everywhere

. . .


It worries me, you seem to be unhappy, and that worries me
I hate to think that maybe I have made you blue
Just what did I do, was I mean to you, wish I knew
I worry so, if anything is wrong, I have the right to know
So while I hold you close and kiss you tenderly
Tell it all to me, darling can't you see, anything that worries you, worries me

. . .


You don't laugh anymore, when we're alone
You don't talk quite as long, when we're on the phone
You say that you, still love me so, but I can read between the lines
You don't hear half the things, that I say to you
You don't hold me as close, as you used to do
You say that you, won't let me go, but I can read between the lines
Your love for me is over, it isn't hard to tell
In every single thing you do, you say it all too well
And the glow in your eyes, is there no more
When you speak of the plans, that you have in store
It's time my dear, that I let you know that I can read between the lines

. . .


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

. . .


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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