Oh, by gosh, by gollyIt's time for mistletoe and hollyTasty pheasants,

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

I know I stand in lineUntil you think you have the

1: Frank Sinatra, Charles tales can come trueIt can

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

George speaking:Hey Frances, I don't know about you butI kinda need

can you say something new about being aloneTell somebody

are you crying? Do the tears belong to me?Did

How little we knowHow much to discoverWhat chemical forces flowFrom lover

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

You must remember thisA kiss is still a kissA sigh is

a star from out the skyAnd the sky feels

time it rainsIt rains pennies from heavenDon't you know

You're just too marvelous, too marvelous for wordsLike "glorious", "glamorous" and

night is the loneliest night of the week'Cause that's the

this man here is gonna take me by the hand

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousI Wish I Didn't Love You SoI wish I didn't

(Let's get it, let's swing it baby!You guys are killing

I begged her, I pleaded, I told her: Baby, come out

thought I'd fallBut when I hear you callI'm getting