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

I like New York in JuneHow about you?I like a Gershwin

George speaking:Hey Frances, I don't know about you butI kinda need

Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melodyIt haunted

This moment, this minuteAnd each second in itWill leave a glow

Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other

Michael is you, he has your faceHe still has your eyes,

Writer(s): Wilder/EngvickThat year in Oakland HighWhen I was seventeenThe grass from

You told me it was so, a million dreams agoYou held

She walks like an angel walksShe talks like an angel talksAnd

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

I'm not much to look at, nothin' to seeJust glad I'm

never smile againUntil I smile at youI'll never laugh againWhat

If I don't see her each day, I miss herGee what

Spoken: Not now, Moose! I'll tell ya when!Here's a dance you

You see a pair of laughing eyesAnd suddenly your sighing sighsYou're

From this day forward, I promise you with all my heartThat

I'm a fool to want youI'm a fool to want youTo

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

I'll wake each morning and I'll promise to laughI'll say good