She walks like an angel walksShe talks like an angel talksAnd

Gratia plenaMaria, gratia plenaMaria, gratia plenaAve, ave dominusDominus tecumBenedicta tu in

(When you're near, the murmuring of the breeze)(Becomes a symphony)(A rhapsody)And

Take it from me, don't be a do-badder upDo-badder up, do

1: Céline somebody loves youIt's no good unless he

Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melodyIt haunted

Writer(s): Gershwin/GershwinThey're writing songs of love - but not for meA

If the lady's naughty but properIf the lady's chic-er than chicIf

Hear my voice, where you are, take a train, steal a

More than the greatest love the world has knownThis is the

fingers in my hairThat sly come-hither stareThat strips my conscience

heart that's true, there are such thingsA dream for

Where do you go when it starts to rain?Where will you

When the moon hangs low in NapoliThere's a handsome gondolierEvery night

When you walk through a stormHold your head up highAnd don't

come all ye faithfulJoyful and triumphantOh, come ye, oh,

Stars in the sky were dancingOne night perfect for romancingThe night

Empty rooms behind me, no more nights aloneA table and some

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

How glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be to