do I do just as you say?Why must I

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

In me you see a man aloneHeld by the habit of

all dressed up to go dreamingNow, don't tell me I'm

To dream the impossible dreamTo fight the unbeatable foeTo bear with

You're just too marvelous, too marvelous for wordsLike "glorious", "glamorous" and

My heart is sad and lonelyFor you I sigh, for you

When all the world is a hopeless jumbleAnd the raindrops tumble

give me your lips, and your lips are

Hi there, and Merry Christmas. From FS for CS; Frank Sinatra

I'm gonna love youLike nobody's loved youCome rain or come shineHigh

I must confess what you say is trueI had a rendez-vous

Spaceward This is gonna pretty cheesy but uhThey say

For every man there's a womanFor every life there's a planAnd

There's a story the gypsies know is trueThat when your love

Head on my pillow just thinking of youHead on my pillowSo

believe, I believeI believe in wishing wellsBut I also believe

I have but one heart, this heart I bring youI have

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

Why even in France the best upper sets do it, Lithuanians