I may not have a thing at allExcept for
Speak low, when you speak loveOur summer day withers away too
How do you keep the music playing?How do you make it
What is America to meA name, a map, or a flag
Frank: I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have
Summer me, winter meAnd with your kissesMorning me, evening meAnd as
love is rain, my heart the flowerI need your
Quiet nights of quiet starsQuiet chords from my guitarFloating on the
How little we knowHow much to discoverWhat chemical forces flowFrom lover
I hear that serenade in blueI'm somewhere in another
When you walk through a stormHold your head up highAnd don't
one ever tells you what's like to love and
creepersWhere'd you get those peepers?Jeepers creepersWhere'd you get those
Why was I born? Why am I livin'?What do I get?
Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'In the lane, snow is glisteningA
Betty the taxi driver: First we see the sights, then let's
Deck the halls with boughs of hollyFa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la'Tis the season to
is voting for Jack'Cause he's got what all the rest
a fool to want youI'm a fool to want
wake each morning and I'll promise to laughI'll say
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