Frank got a crush on you, sweetie pieAll the

a picture paints a thousands wordsThen why can't I

Oh, it's a long, long time from May to DecemberBut the

Writer(s): Delores SilversThe tables are empty - the dance floor's desertedYou

Life is dullIt's nothing but one big lullThen presto you do

Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-OAnd on this farm there was

never knew that roses grewOr if skies were blue or

It's the last danceWe've come to the last danceThey're dimming the

'Twas on the Isle of Capri that I found herBeneath the

Rain falling from the skiesLike lonely tears through misty eyesRain streaming

glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's tracesAn airline ticket to romantic

Somewhere in your heartTry to save a place for meSomewhere in

ask me where I’m going, I say “I don’t

it says here in this average unmarried femaleBasically

Can I put my ballsWay down deep inside your jaw?Won’t you

I must confess what you say is trueI had a rendez-vous

Are the stars out tonight?I don't know if it's cloudy or

I'm a fool to want youI'm a fool to want youTo

what are you asking such ridiculous questions for?Just play them