1: Frank Sinatra, Charles tales can come trueIt can

You may not be an angel, `cause angels are so fewBut

(Lorrie)How do you keep the music playing, how do you make

If the lady's naughty but properIf the lady's chic-er than chicIf

My window looks out over the parkAnd every year I've moved

What now my love, now that you've left meHow can I

I wonder what he'll think of meI guess he'll call me

how I miss you tonightMiss you while lights are lowOh,

Deep night, stars in the sky aboveMoonlight, lighting our place of

I won't dance, don't ask meI won't dance, don't ask meI

see a pair of laughing eyesAnd suddenly your sighing

How much do I love you?I'll tell you no lieHow deep

How glad the many millionsOf Annabelle's and Lillian's would be to

We're like a pair of scissors, partner, you can't get away

I am loved, I am lovedBy the one I love in

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousIt's Fate, Baby, It's FateBetty: You better make your mind

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

Step right up and step insideYou ain't seen nothing yetLife's a

They call you lady luckBut there is room for doubtAt times

It's a marshmallow world in the winterWhen the snow comes to