That old master painter from the faraway hills painted the violets

Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other

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

better watch out, you better not cryYou better not pout,

you're feeling sad and lonelyThere's a service I can

Hello, young lovers, whoever you areI hope your troubles are fewAll

Writer(s): Warren/DubinMy love must be a kind of blind loveI can't

Way down among BraziliansCoffee beans grow by the billionsSo they've got

I'm not the guy who cared about loveAnd I'm not the

Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she shouldI got

wants to be a flashy flunkies

I don't know why I love you like I doI don't

Do I worry 'cause you're stepping outDo I worry 'cause you've

Frank:Now here's a story with quite a moralAnd all you gals,

Dream, when you're feelin' blueDream, that's the thing to doJust watch

Spaceward This is gonna pretty cheesy but uhThey say

Fly me to the moonLet me play among the starsLet me

I heard the bells on Christmas dayTheir old familiar carols playAnd

Light a candle in the chapelAt the closing of each dayKeep

Looking for yesterday, most any day I spent with youOne yesterday