Frank I was twenty-oneIt was a very good yearIt

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

Don't make me beg for your kissesBeg for your tender embraceI

The night is bitterThe stars have lost their glitterThe winds grow

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

are you crying? Do the tears belong to me?Did

on your way with a cloudless blue sky aboveMay

isn't by chance I happen to beA boulevardier, the

Writer(s): Cahn/ChaplinThis is my first affair - please be kindHandle my

fingers in my hairThat sly come-hither stareThat strips my conscience

We might have been meant for each otherTo be or not

I'm falling under your spellAnd if you could speak, what

No tears, no fearsRemember there's always tomorrowSo what if we have

Love laughs at a kingKings don't mean a thingOn the street

It came upon the midnight clear that glorious song of oldFrom

AnytimeAnytimeAnytimeAnytime you need me, babe, just call, I'll be thereCall and

Writer(s): Frank Loesser, Louis AlterHow I love the kisses of DoloresAye-aye-aye

pleaseMaster E, one eight nine five three, take

Skies ain't gonna cloud no moreThe crops ain't gonna failCaught a

(I saw you first.) Now wait a minute. (Nobody else is