and tan and young and lovelyThe girl from Ipanema

I'm sentimental, so I walk in the rainI've got some habits

The night is bitterThe stars have lost their glitterThe winds grow

Sometimes I think that I'm on the right trackBut I keep

I wouldn't trade Christmas, no, no, never would IWouldn't trade Christmas,

Quiet nights of quiet starsQuiet chords from my guitarFloating on the

Love is a many-splendored thingIt's the April rose that only grows

Goodbye, no use leading with our chins, this is where our

That old black magic has me in its spellThat old black

Let's take a boat to BermudaLet's take a plane to Saint

By the old Moulmein PagodaLooking eastward to the seaThere's a Burma

guess I'll have to change my planI should have

I don't know why I love you like I doI don't

When I was youngI never needed anyoneMaking love was just for

Frank Sinatra: Well for Gods sake if it ain't Ben Casey.

You better get up and do it now, you better get

Oh, ohOh, ohHer eyes were softer than the nightHer lips were

believe, I believeI believe in wishing wellsBut I also believe

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

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