Waking skies at sunriseEvery sunset tooSeems to be bringing meMemories of

the cutest little wayLike to watch you all the dayAnd

Frank: I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have

Writer(s): Gordon/WarrenIn a dream the strangest and the oddest things appearAnd

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

I may not have a thing at allExcept for

of the darkness you suddenly appearedYou smiled and I

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

Waking skies at sunriseEvery sunset tooSeems to be bringing meMemories of

You're always in a great big hurry, grab a kiss and

quarter to threeThere's no one in the place, 'cept

shouldn't I take a chance when romance passes by?Why

How much do I love you?I'll tell you no lieHow deep

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousLilli BoleroLaru, laru, Lilli BoleroLaru, laru, Lilli BoleroThat's a magic

I'll soon become a wreckThey're breathin' on my neckDick Haymes, Dick

playing at the Roxy?I'll tell you what's playing at

Hear that music playing, listen to what it's sayingThroughout the years

have danced all nightCould have danced all nightAnd still

I guess I'll to dream the restIf you can't remember the

what are you asking such ridiculous questions for?Just play them