blame me for falling in love with youI'm under

a very pretty songA brand new song, as a matter

The best of everything - that's (that is) what I wish

How old am I?, I'm old enough to knowThe difference between

Once I had a secret loveThat lived within the heart of

I like a new Lincoln with all of its classI like

don't talk about me when I'm goneOh honey, though

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

tables are emptyThe dance floor's desertedYou play the same

When skies are cloudy and greyThey're only grey for a daySo

I was mighty blueThought my life was through'Til the heavens openedAnd

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousDance Ballerina DanceDance, ballerina, danceAnd do your pirouette in rhythm

One day, you turn around and it's summerNext day, you turn

I don't want youBut I'd hate to lose youYou've got me

Frank me or the market upShot the target

(Let's get it, let's swing it baby!You guys are killing

I could have married Imogene, or Josephine or MameAnd I could

I'll walk alone because to tell you the truth I'll be

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

My feet were killing meMy dogs were barkin'I must have fallen