She walks like an angel walksShe talks like an angel talksAnd

If I don't see her each day, I miss herGee what

Spoken:A tune from Cole Porter perhaps. Now there's a guy who

Take it from me, don't be a do-badder upDo-badder up, do

When the moon hangs low in NapoliThere's a handsome gondolierEvery night

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

I'm a fool to want youI'm a fool to want youTo

and flows of angel hairAnd ice cream castles in

upon a timeA girl with moonlight in her eyesPut

Love is a many-splendored thingIt's the April rose that only grows

The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like

It started all over againThe moment I looked in your eyesIt

In the hush of eveningAs shadows steal across my lonely roomI

took each word she said as gospel truthThe way a

Here I go againI hear those trumpets blow againAll aglow againTaking

Maybe I'm right and maybe I'm wrongMaybe I'm weak, maybe I'm

It's quarter to threeThere's no one in the place 'cept you

Largo al factotum della citt...Largo!La la la la la la la

Well, he's my guyI don't care what he does'Cause he's my

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