Waking skies at sunriseEvery sunset tooSeems to be bringing meMemories of

What can I do to prove it to you that I'm

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

is a song about a couple of adult people who

In me you see a man aloneHeld by the habit of

Way down among BraziliansCoffee beans grow by the billionsSo they've got

Life is dullIt's nothing but one big lullThen presto you do

Holding hands at midnight'Neath a starry skyNice work if you can

In the heavens, stars are dancingAnd the mounting moon is newWhat

olden days a glimpse of stockingWas looked on as something

was just one of those thingsJust one of those

Whenever skies look gray to meAnd trouble begins to brewWhenever the

That old black magic has me in its spellThat old black

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

Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly awayIf you can

Deck the halls with boughs of hollyFa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la'Tis the season to

When I try to sing you say I'm off keyWhy can't

playin' at the Roxy?I'll tell you what's playin' at the

me how do I feelAsk me now that we're

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want