and tan and young and lovelyThe girl from Ipanema

gets too hungry for dinner at eightShe likes the

If they asked me, I could write a bookAbout the way

Poor you, I'm sorry you're not me, for you will never

all dressed up to go dreamingNow, don't tell me I'm

He: Tangerine, she is all they claimWith her eyes of night

Don't worry 'bout meI'll get alongForget about meBe happy, my loveLet's

The moon was yellow and the night was youngA smile brought

Frank Sinatra, love those J-I-N-G-L-E bellsOh, those holiday J-I-N-G-L-E

Frank the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is

Away in a manger, no crib for his bedThe little Lord

Do you make the most of your five sensesOr is your

As long as there's music and words of romanceThe spell of

Fly me to the moonLet me play among the starsLet me

have danced all nightCould have danced all nightAnd still

If I could be with you, I'd love you strongIf I

Did I see moonlight and magnolia trees?Smile again, my darling, if

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

Usually in the morning I'm filled with sweet belongingAnd everything is

Like the wallpaper sticks to the wallLike the seashore clings to