Frank got a crush on you, sweetie pieAll the

for the memoryOf things I can't forgetJourneys on a

My name is Francis Albert (Francis Albert Sinatra)And I sing love

(not Frank's version, this is the traditional)On the (first) day of

I will leave you softlyFor my heart would break

fingers in my hairThat sly come-hither stareThat strips my conscience

gotta right to sing the bluesI gotta right to feel

If you are but a dreamI hope I never wakenIt's more

I've had my moments, I will confessMy fleeting moments of tendernessI

olden days a glimpse of stockingWas looked on as something

got you under my skinI've got you deep in the

You're just too marvelous, too marvelous for wordsLike "glorious", "glamorous" and

When you're awake the things you thinkCome from the dream you

INTRO:In the hustle of the day, we're all inclined to missLittle

(How did all these people get in my room?)Come fly with

got a hold on meYou've got that magic hold

I really can't stayBaby, it's cold outsideI've got to go awayBaby,

Well, he's my guyI don't care what he does'Cause he's my

Usually in the morning I'm filled with sweet belongingAnd everything is

I snore in my sleep, I'm always late for dinnerAnd my