a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

My love must be a kind of blind loveI can't see

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

If you are but a dreamI hope I never wakenIt's more

Frank got a crush on you, sweetie pieAll the

Where I live in the desert, it's so peaceful and warmAnd

Quiet nights of quiet starsQuiet chords from my guitarFloating on the

upon a timeA girl with moonlight in her eyesPut

That old black magic has me in its spellThat old black

Chicago, that toddling townChicago, Chicago, I will show you

What is America to meA name, a map, or a flag

If it's the last thing I do, I'll make you mineDarling,

the wee small hours of the morningWhile the whole wide

When all the world is a hopeless jumbleAnd the raindrops tumble

I triedTried to impress youMy loveI gave it allEach hour ever

It came upon the midnight clear that glorious song of oldFrom

Frank:Now here's a story with quite a moralAnd all you gals,

I'm gonna live till I dieI'm gonna laugh 'stead of cryI'm

If I ever love again, it will be youThere will be

Frank Sinatra & Doris I'm glad you came over