She walks like an angel walksShe talks like an angel talksAnd

lean baby, tall and thinFive feet seven of bones

The night is bitterThe stars have lost their glitterThe winds grow

Must you dance every danceWith the same fortunate man?You have danced

this be moon love?Nothing but moon love?Will you be

We might have been meant for each otherTo be or not

don't talk about me when I'm goneOh honey, though

Baubles, bangles, hear how they jing, jinga-lingaBaubles, bangles, bright shiny beadsSparkles,

Chicago, Chicago, that toddling townChicago, Chicago, I will show you around,I

weep for meWillow weep for meBend your branches green along

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

see a pair of laughing eyesAnd suddenly your sighing

the wee small hours of the morningWhile the whole wide

good is the scheming, the planning and dreamingThat comes

I'm not much to look at, nothin' to seeJust glad I'm

If I ever love again, it will be youThere will be

Frank Sinatra: Sammy Davis. Sam. Come here Jimmy Koogan. I'm going

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

It's ChristmasJingle bells, jingle bellsJingle all the wayOh, what fun it

(There they go again but they never break up)(Everyday a fight,