blame me for falling in love with youI'm under

Long night, it's a long night, my friendThe barrooms and the

If the lady's naughty but properIf the lady's chic-er than chicIf

home, babyCome home, babyCome home, babyCome home, sleep in

Writer(s): HowardI've seen that face beforeThat face that I see in

Sue wants a barbecue, Sam wants to boil a hamGrace votes

fingers in my hairThat sly come-hither stareThat strips my conscience

cry, oh, honey, please don't be that wayClouds in

is hereWhy doesn't my heart go dancing?Spring is hereWhy

little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable youEmbrace me, you irreplaceable youJust one

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousDance Ballerina DanceDance, ballerina, danceAnd do your pirouette in rhythm

love you a bushel and a peckA bushel

When I was youngI never needed anyoneMaking love was just for

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

Catana, what goddess gave you the nameThat has this heart of

When I was a leanerI sought truth night and dayI asked

I could have married Imogene, or Josephine or MameAnd I could

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

Oh little town of bethlehem, how still we see thee lieAbove