I was seventeenIt was a very good yearIt was

George speaking:Hey Frances, I don't know about you butI kinda need

Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melodyIt haunted

I won't dance, don't ask meI won't dance, don't ask meI

nobody till somebody loves youYou're nobody till somebody caresYou

When no one cares, and the phone never ringsThe nights are

Sleep warm, sleep tight, when you turn off the lightSleep warm,

new?How is the world treating you?You haven't changed a

Don't know whyTheres no sun up in the skyStormy weatherSince my

These are the bluesNothing but bluesOh, they say some people long

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

There's something missing in the way you say hello, babyYour words

I've got you under my skinI have got you deep in

Don't save your kisses just pass them aroundYou'll find my reason

Frank:Now here's a story with quite a moralAnd all you gals,

April played a fiddleAnd my heart began to danceAnd I was

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousCandyCandy, I call my sugar Candy, because I'm sweet on

Head on my pillow just thinking of youHead on my pillowSo

I have but one heart, this heart I bring youI have

I got a gal who's always lateAny time we have a