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

From the bottom of my heart I love youWhat more can

here's to you, Mrs. RobinsonJilly loves you more than you

I close my eyes and just see pretty colorsThey're dancing just

as a raindrop, fresh as the seaWarm as the

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

Don't know whyTheres no sun up in the skyStormy weatherSince my

in a streamFalling leaves a sycamoreMoonlight in

By the old Moulmein PagodaLooking eastward to the seaThere's a Burma

New York, New YorkOr a village in IowaThe only difference is

Lover, when I'm near you, and I hear you - speak

need your love so badlyI love you oh so

I could make you care if only you'd let meI could

It's quarter to threeThere's no one in the place 'cept you

I love you, I love youThere's no other way, just one

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

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

what are you asking such ridiculous questions for?Just play them

is for the way you look at meO is for

Frank Sinatra & Doris I'm glad you came over