Writer(s): Cahn/ChaplinThis is my first affair - please be kindHandle my

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

You should have told me when it all beganYou should have

In me you see a man aloneHeld by the habit of

Every night was long and gloomy, shadows gathered in the airNo

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

cry, oh, honey, please don't be that wayClouds in

Love walked right in, and drove the shadows awayLove walked right

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

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

down, look down that lonesome roadBefore you travel onLook up,

What is there to write? What is there to say?Same things

In the hush of eveningAs shadows steal across my lonely roomI

How glad the many millionsOf Annabelle's and Lillian's would be to

Frank be aroundNo matter howYou treat me nowI'll be

Getting to know you, getting to know all about youGetting to

You're young for a golden moment, you sigh and it flies

got eyes that sparkle like a lily sprinkled with

Oh little town of bethlehem, how still we see thee lieAbove

You're mean to meWhy must you be mean to me?Gee, baby,