The very thought of youAnd I forget to doThe little ordinary

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

I know there were a hundred ways to tell her I

I love the looks of you, the lure of youThe sweet

solo by Beverly find me a gypsy and get

I wanna be around to pick up the pieces when somebody

it's indiscreetTo gaze at you each time we meetI've

fingers in my hairThat sly come-hither stareThat strips my conscience

Writer(s): BlackI'm gonna buy a paper doll, that I can call

Night and you and blue HawaiiThe night is heavenly and you

Hey nowTake a mip mack mop and a brim bram broomAnd

are many, many crazy thingsThat will keep me loving youAnd

Whippoorwills call, evenin' is nighHurry to my Blue HeavenTurn to the

She's a snooty little cutie, she's a burgulous skirtShe's a knockout

April played a fiddleAnd my heart began to danceAnd I was

Dream, when you're feelin' blueDream, that's the thing to doJust watch

Oh, ohOh, ohHer eyes were softer than the nightHer lips were

to those who love not too wisely, know not

I can see a steeple - surrounded by peopleOh how real

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want