Kylie better watch outYou better not cryYou better not

I miss the thrill of grammar school romancesI miss the junior

look, no crying, though she has one foot out

a picture paints a thousands wordsThen why can't I

I touch your handAnd my arms grow strongLike a pair of

(not Frank's version, this is the traditional)On the (first) day of

Chestnuts roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your noseYuletide

dim all the lights and I sink in my

at yourself, if you had a sense of humorYou would

ill wind, blow awayLet me rest todayYou're blowing me

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

One day, you turn around and it's summerNext day, you turn

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

Betty the taxi driver: First we see the sights, then let's

Dry your eyes and take your song outIt's a newborn afternoonIf

Everybody has the right to be wrong at least onceEverybody has

moon and empty armsThe moon is there for us

You're young for a golden moment, you sigh and it flies

By a country road wild roses grow that need my special

If I could be with you, I'd love you strongIf I