Sunday, Monday or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or FridayI want you near,
Spoken:A tune from Cole Porter perhaps. Now there's a guy who
You may not be an angel, `cause angels are so fewBut
Speak low, when you speak loveOur summer day withers away too
You better watch outYou better not cryYou better not poutI'm telling
It's the wrong time, and the wrong placeThough your face is
solo by Beverly find me a gypsy and get
and marriage, love and marriageGo together like a horse and
call you Lady LuckBut there is room for doubtAt times,
Biltmore garage wants a grandBut we ain't got a grand
Take me, I'm yours if you'll take me, I want you
the tide rushes inPlants a kiss on the shoreThen rolls
I wonder what he'll think of meI guess he'll call me
is the one who'll end the search I'm making?Where
Nathan, concentrate on the gameThe town is up to
That old black magic has me in its spellThat old black
I'm gettin' married in the morningDing-dong, the bells are gonna chimeWe'll
I was seventeen, it was a very good yearIt
Spoken:Wherever we may be along about this time of year, our
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