Writer(s): Gershwin/GershwinThey're writing songs of love - but not for meA

solo by Beverly find me a gypsy and get

are the sunshine of my lifeThat's why I'll always be

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

(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)(Feelin' kinda Sunday,

in the night exchanging glancesWondering in the night, what

She's a fool and don't I know itBut a fool can

she sweet? See her coming down the streetNow, I

It seems to me I've heard that song beforeIt's from an

Imagination is funnyIt makes a cloudy day sunnyIt makes a bee

nobody till somebody loves youYou're nobody till somebody caresYou

By the old Moulmein PagodaLooking eastward to the seaThere's a Burma

I would gather stars out of the blue, for you, for

There's no use of a moonlight glowOr the peaks where winter

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

tale, my favorite fairy taleIs the one I live

If I ever love again, it will be youThere will be

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

Just you, just meLet's find a cozy spot to cuddle and

Sweet summer breeze, whispering treesStars shining softly aboveRoses in bloom, wafted