Singing carols, stringing popcorn, making footprints in the snowMemories, Christmas memories,

She walks like an angel walksShe talks like an angel talksAnd

You're just too marvelous, too marvelous for wordsLike "glorious", "glamorous" and

I know why I've waited, know why I've been bluePrayed each

Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other

now, the end is nearAnd so I face the

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

you're alone and life is making you lonelyYou can

He: Tangerine, she is all they claimWith her eyes of night

Writer(s): Warren/DubinMy love must be a kind of blind loveI can't

Daisy is darling, Iris is sweetLily is lovely, Blossom's a treatOf

Whenever skies look gray to meAnd trouble begins to brewWhenever the

I cover the waterfrontI'm watching the seaWill the one I love

look at you and suddenlySomething in your eyes I

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

I really can't stayBaby, it's cold outsideI've got to go awayBaby,

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

bucks in the hot sunI fought the Jews and uh

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

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want