Just found joyI'm as happy as a baby boyWhen he's playing

You might have belonged to anotherWe might never have metYou might

It's the wrong time, and the wrong placeThough your face is

Don't you know I'd work for you, I'd slave for youBe

Song sung blue, everybody knows oneSong sung blue, every garden grows

someone start believing in youLet him hold out his

I will leave you softlyFor my heart would break

Writer(s): Wilder/EngvickThat year in Oakland HighWhen I was seventeenThe grass from

I was seventeenIt was a very good yearIt was

As I approach the prime of my lifeI find I have

If you turn me down once more, I'll join the French

a day this has beenWhat a rare mood I'm

In the still of the night as I gaze out of

So I walked a little too fastAnd I drive a little

Don't worry 'bout meI'll get alongForget about meBe happy, my loveLet's

At words poetic I'm so patheticThat I always have found it

Fly me to the moonLet me play among the starsLet me

Here we go, take oneGo through it fast, like dizzyHere we

… You're just too good to be trueCan't take my eyes

Where do you live? In a brownstoneOr an apartment house, a