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

The world's a tiny blue-green arkAfloat in darkest spaceAnd every creature

And now the sun has broken throughIt looks like it will

I may not have a thing at allExcept for

I close my eyes and just see pretty colorsThey're dancing just

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

I laughed at sweetheartsI met at schoolsAll indiscreet heartsSeemed romantic foolsA

He: Tangerine, she is all they claimWith her eyes of night

somebody loves youIt's no good unless he loves youAll

Let's take a boat to BermudaLet's take a plane to Saint

new?How is the world treating you?You haven't changed a

These are the bluesNothing but bluesOh, they say some people long

see a pair of laughing eyesAnd suddenly your sighing

story is much too sad to be toldBut practically everything

is hereWhy doesn't my heart go dancing?Spring is hereWhy

It's quarter to threeThere's no one in the place 'cept you

I always say, comme ci comme ca,*And go my way, comme

is no great big endingNo sunset in the skyThere

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

I'm a fool to want youI'm a fool to want youTo