What good are words I say to you?They can't convey to

I dream of you more than you dream I doHow can

Take it from me, don't be a do-badder upDo-badder up, do

I know I stand in lineUntil you think you have the

Writer(s): RaposoHere's to the winners, lift up the glassesHere's to the

(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)(Feelin' kinda Sunday,

you desire meSo shall I come to youHowe'er you

Way down among BraziliansCoffee beans grow by the billionsSo they've got

Imagination is funnyIt makes a cloudy day sunnyIt makes a bee

There may be trouble aheadBut while there's moonlight and music and

love Paris in the springtimeI love Paris in the

the tide rushes inPlants a kiss on the shoreThen rolls

Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?Is it the good

You don't laugh anymore, when we're aloneYou don't talk quite as

Farewell, farewell to loveShe's gone and I'm through with loveMy schemes,

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable youEmbrace me, you irreplaceable youJust one

Here we go, take oneGo through it fast, like dizzyHere we

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousI Cried For You (Now It's Your Turn To Cry

If your heart's in doubt, my loveWorried about my loveThen all

thought I'd fallBut when I hear you callI'm getting