I may not have a thing at allExcept for

I'm sentimental, so I walk in the rainI've got some habits

I love the looks of you, the lure of youThe sweet

Writer(s): Rose/Eliscu/YoumansWhether you are here or yonderWhether you are false or

the time I get to Phoenix she'll be risin'She'll

I touch your handAnd my arms grow strongLike a pair of

moon and you appear to beSo near and yet

Just in timeI found you just in timeBefore you came, my

got plenty of nothin' and nothin's plenty for meI

wants to be a flashy flunkies

I've no proof when people sayYou're more or less aloofBut you're

olden days a glimpse of stockingWas looked on as something

Every kiss, every hugSeems to act just like a drugYou're getting

Don't worry 'bout meI'll get alongJust you forget about meBe happy,

Spaceward This is gonna pretty cheesy but uhThey say

you see a guy reach for stars in the

Summer, you old Indian SummerYou're the tear that comes after June-time's

Just close your eyesDream a lovely dreamAs our arms entwineYour lips

Sweet summer breeze, whispering treesStars shining softly aboveRoses in bloom, wafted

the weather outside is frightfulBut this fire is so