1: Frank Sinatra, night (Silent night), holy night (Holy

Don't worry 'bout meI'll get alongForget about meBe happy, my loveLet's

gets too hungry for dinner at eightShe likes the

You better watch outYou better not cryYou better not poutI'm telling

I was five and she was sixWe rode on horses made

you're alone and life is making you lonelyYou can

or nothing at allHalf a love never appealed to

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

1: Frank Sinatra, night (Silent night), holy night (Holy

In the hush of eveningAs shadows steal across my lonely roomI

Each time I see a crowd of peopleJust like a fool

the wee small hours of the morningWhile the whole wide

lean baby, tall and thinFive feet seven of bones

Here I go againI hear those trumpets blow againAll aglow againTaking

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's tracesAn airline ticket to romantic

season is upon us nowA time for gifts and givingAnd

I've known her valleys, I've known her mountainsHer missions and her

Frank me or the market upShot the target

Let's forget about tomorrowLet's forget about tomorrowLet's forget about tomorrow forTomorrow

Maybe it's because the kiss you gave meTouched my heart and