She is watching by the poplarsColinette with the sea-blue eyesShe is

I'm in the mood for love simply because you're near meFunny

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

Writer(s): Gershwin/GershwinThey're writing songs of love - but not for meA

not the pale moon that excites meThat thrills and

(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)(Feelin' kinda Sunday,

Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up, soon he

de-us-n't int'rest meLove the life that I leadI've got

somebody loves youIt's no good unless he loves youAll

(When you're near, the murmuring of the breeze)(Becomes a symphony)(A rhapsody)And

When you walk through a stormHold your head up highAnd don't

I'll be home for ChristmasYou can plan on mePlease have snow

night is the loneliest night of the week'Cause that's the

quarter to threeThere's no one in the place, 'cept

I'd know you anywhere, I'd know that grinI'd know you anywhere

I begged her, I pleaded, I told herBaby, come out of

My thoughts may strayMy eyes may roamThe neighbor's grass may seem

been thinkin' 'bout way I feel about had

Frank:I've got a home in that rock, don't you see?I've got

Just for now, let's call it romance, just for now, let's