and tan and young and lovelyThe girl from Ipanema

gets too hungry for dinner at eightShe likes the

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

You may not be an angel, `cause angels are so fewBut

Frank got a crush on you, sweetie pieAll the

Fly me to the moonLet me play among the starsLet me

look, no crying, though she has one foot out

summer smiles, the summer knows, and unashamed, she sheds

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

Would you like to swing on a starCarry moonbeams home in

I won't dance, don't ask meI won't dance, don't ask meI

You and the night and the music fill me with flaming

There's hidden persuasion within your eyesYour charming indifference is but a

never knew that roses grewOr if skies were blue or

Deep night, stars in the sky aboveMoonlight, lighting our place of

Frank Sinatra & Doris I'm glad you came over

Are the stars out tonight?I don't know if it's cloudy or

know when my love comes alongI'll know then and

Writer(s): Ahlert/YoungI'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letterAnd

In my lonelinessWhen you're gone and I'm all by myselfAnd I