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

Sunday, Monday or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or FridayI want you near,

blame me for falling in love with youI'm under

I miss the thrill of grammar school romancesI miss the junior

Don't you know I'd work for you, I'd slave for youBe

Summer me, winter meAnd with your kissesMorning me, evening meAnd as

In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the GypsyShe

To love - and be lovedThat's what life's - all aboutKeeps

careful, it's my heartIt's not my watch you're holding,

don't talk about me when I'm goneOh honey, though

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

I never knew the charm of springNever met it face to

are many, many crazy thingsThat will keep me loving youAnd

A moment after dark around the park, an old-fashion gent comes

Can't you just see yourself in a gingham gownLittle pink ribbons

Lullaby and good night, with roses bestrideWith lilies bedecked. 'neath Baby's

How much do I love you? I'll tell you no lieHow

Dinah:Even Superman supports the good health planHe knows what it will

is for the way you look at meO is for

Frankie: Janie Jane Powell, spare us a few minutes before the