a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

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

There will be another song for meFor I will sing itThere

have been a roverI have walked aloneHiked a hundred highwaysNever

Must you dance every danceWith the same fortunate man?You have danced

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

got you under my skinI've got you deep in the

Don't make me beg for your kissesBeg for your tender embraceI

time you're foundWith your chin on the groundThere a lot

It's over, it's over, it's over, I won't look backWon't look

have heard among this clanYou are called the forgotten

story is much too sad to be toldBut practically everything

torch I carry is handsomeIt's worth its heartache in ransomAnd

There's no use of a moonlight glowOr the peaks where winter

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousAgainAgain, this couldn't happen againThis is that once-in-a-lifetime, this is

Give me an old fashioned Christmas, an old fashioned ChristmasFamily faces,

O give me a home where the buffaloes roamWhere the deer

I went down to Virginia and no one sent for meI

Oh there's nothing to be ashamed ofIf you stub your toe

How glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be to