We kiss in a shadow, we hide from the moonOur meetings

Here we are two very bewilder'd peopleHere we are two babes

One day as I walked with my son hand in handHe

If the lady's naughty but properIf the lady's chic-er than chicIf

eyes are dry, my loveSince you've been gone, I

Hear my voice, where you are, take a train, steal a

of the tree of life I just picked me

Now nothing's impossible, I have foundFor when my chin is on

We'll gather lilacs in the spring againAnd walk together down an

see a pair of laughing eyesAnd suddenly your sighing

is hereWhy doesn't my heart go dancing?Spring is hereWhy

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's tracesAn airline ticket to romantic

go to my head and you linger like a

There's nothing left for me of days that used to beI

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

love you a bushel and a peckA bushel

Frank:Now here's a story with quite a moralAnd all you gals,

Black NightBlack Night'neath the silentStarry lightHere I waitFor your footsteps nowYou

Getting to know you, getting to know all about youGetting to

Frank Sinatra: Sammy Davis. Sam. Come here Jimmy Koogan. I'm going