Frank I was twenty-oneIt was a very good yearIt

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

I may not have a thing at allExcept for

Drinkin' again and thinkin' of when, when you loved meI'm havin'

that's my babyNo sir, I don't mean maybeYes sir,

Before Lord God made the sea or the landHe held all

What'll I doWhen you are far away and I am blueWhat'll

I met her dancing to the Castle RockI held her tight

I think of you with every breath I takeAnd every breath

wants to be a flashy flunkies

never feel a thing is realWhen I'm away from

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

Time and again I've longed for adventureSomething to make my heart

I love you, I love youThere's no other way, just one

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

All through the day I dream about the nightI dream about

tale, my favorite fairy taleIs the one I live

is no great big endingNo sunset in the skyThere

you met Miss Jones?Someone said as we shook handsShe

the weather outside is frightfulBut this fire is so