a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

throw bouquets at meDon't please my folks too muchDon't

was Boston, I was VegasShe was crepe suzette, I

are bright, time for meditationAs the shadows fall I think

I will leave you softlyFor my heart would break

A little voice keeps talking to meFrom (a) way down deep

We might have been meant for each otherTo be or not

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

with the windJust like a leaf that has blown awayGone

What is there to write? What is there to say?Same things

I took a trip on a trainAnd I thought about youI

The night is bitterThe stars have lost their glitterThe winds grow

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

I could make you care if only you'd let meI could

Should old acquaintance be forgotAnd never brought to mind?Should old acquaintance

Gone and got the blues in ParisParis blues called Azure-TéHow can

Sinatra me to the moon let me play among

the clouds grey with yearsOver hills wet with tearsTo

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousHere Comes The NightHere comes the night, my cloak of

Frank Sinatra: Sammy Davis. Sam. Come here Jimmy Koogan. I'm going