I saw you last night and got that old feelingWhen you

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

Don't look so sad, I know it's overBut life goes on

Anymore it doesn't matter who's right or wrongWe've been injurin' each

A small Cafe, Mam'selleOur rendezvous, Mam'selleThe violins were warm and sweetAnd

I can't stop lovin' youSo I've made up my mindTo live

she sweet? See her coming down the streetNow, I

That old black magic has me in its spellThat old black

I don't know why I should cry over youSigh over you,

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

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

an irresistible force such as youMeets an old immovable

1 - no proof when people sayYou're more or

took each word she said as gospel truthThe way a

Why was I born? Why am I livin'?What do I get?

Laura is the face in the misty lightFootsteps that you hear

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's tracesAn airline ticket to romantic

The likes of you may never beAttracted to the likes of

What can I say to you, Bonita, what magic word would

Writer(s): Cahn/Van HeusenI'll only miss her, when I think of herAnd