a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

I may not have a thing at allExcept for

The very thought of youAnd I forget to doThe little ordinary

Sinatra any time you're gettin' low, 'stead of lettin'

have you near all the timeWith your dreams

home, babyCome home, babyCome home, babyCome home, sleep in

call you Lady LuckBut there is room for doubtAt times,

One dream in my heart, one love to be living forOne

Writer(s): Delores SilversThe tables are empty - the dance floor's desertedYou

Imagination is funnyIt makes a cloudy day sunnyIt makes a bee

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

If I don't see her each day, I miss herGee what

get along without you very well, of course, I

see your face before meCrowding my every dreamThere is

Frank the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is

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

Oh, they say some people long agoWere searching for a different

Dear heart, wish you were here to warm this nightMy dear

the clouds grey with yearsOver hills wet with tearsTo

In the shadow of the moon, there's a bright and shining