Birds flying high you know how I feel Sun in the

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

and flows of angel hairAnd ice cream castles in

time you're foundWith your chin on the groundThere a lot

The bells, the bells, ringing everywhere for the sound of christmas

moon and you appear to beSo near and yet

somebody loves youIt's no good unless he loves youAll

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

That old black magic has me in its spellThat old black

never knew that roses grewOr if skies were blue or

Just friendsLovers no moreJust friendsBut not like beforeTo think of what

in a streamFalling leaves a sycamoreMoonlight in

see a pair of laughing eyesAnd suddenly your sighing

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

(How did all these people get in my room?)Come fly with

I'm gettin' married in the morningDing-dong, the bells are gonna chimeWe'll

Betty the taxi driver: First we see the sights, then let's

Empty rooms behind me, no more nights aloneA table and some

They call you lady luckBut there is room for doubtAt times

Frankie: Janie Jane Powell, spare us a few minutes before the