Frank got a crush on you, sweetie pieAll the

You may not be an angel, `cause angels are so fewBut

From the bottom of my heart I love youWhat more can

Don't you know I'd work for you, I'd slave for youBe

In me you see a man aloneHeld by the habit of

have been a roverI have walked aloneHiked a hundred highwaysNever

here's to you, Mrs. RobinsonJilly loves you more than you

are thereIn autumn gold or summer greenYou are thereTo

I wonder what he'll think of meI guess he'll call me

you lonesome tonight? Do you miss me tonight?Are you

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

Way down among BraziliansCoffee beans grow by the billionsSo they've got

new dayThe mist on the meadowIs drifting it's

New York, New YorkOr a village in IowaThe only difference is

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

I love you, I love youIs all that I can sayI

The music stoppedBut we were still dancingWhich goes to showThat music

When they see Monique, I know they'll understandMonique, MoniqueI've hungered so

Let's forget about tomorrowLet's forget about tomorrowLet's forget about tomorrow forTomorrow

Here goes - baby here goesEvery worry, every fear goesEvery dull