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

Sunday, Monday or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or FridayI want you near,

I came down from Butte, MontanaFor a little change of sceneAnd

It started out like a song, we started quiet and slow

a picture paints a thousands wordsThen why can't I

now, the end is nearAnd so I face the

I touch your handAnd my arms grow strongLike a pair of

I saw you last night and got that old feelingWhen you

my love, there will be songs to singAlthough the snow

one ever tells you what's like to love and

I feel the autumn breezeIt steals cross my pillowAs soft as

is the one who'll end the search I'm making?Where

Like a fish gets caught on a hookYou'll go for a

INTRO:In the hustle of the day, we're all inclined to missLittle

got a hold on meYou've got that magic hold

When I was youngI never needed anyoneMaking love was just for

This is somethin' new to meWhen you, ooh, you coo to

Sammy Davis Jr: Thank you. I would like.(pop)Frank Sinatra: How about

Every time i look down on this timeless townWhether blue or

петух и наглый лжецЕго совесть не чистаОн дырявый зоофилВолосатая