A small Cafe, Mam'selleOur rendezvous, Mam'selleThe violins were warm and sweetAnd

1: Frank Sinatra, Charles tales can come trueIt can

Somebody needs meI wish that I knewWho she can be? worries

What is America to meA name, a map, or a flag

One afternoon I came to hearYou sing a soft song into

a few more lonesome cities that I'd like to

my bags are packed, I'm ready to goStanding here

Don't like goodbyes, tears or sighsI'm not too good at leaving

never feel a thing is realWhen I'm away from

How glad the many millionsOf Annabelle's and Lillian's would be to

A moment after dark around the park, an old-fashion gent comes

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

Hey, Pearl, what's bugging you, girl?(Too much knowledge, Frank, too much

give me your lips, and your lips are

Bali Ha'i may call you any night, any dayIn your heart

Every man should marry, every girl should wedYou will find no

is voting for Jack'Cause he's got what all the rest

Oh, if I had three wishesMy first would be for youAnd

If only she'd looked my wayJust stopped to say a word

How glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be to