1: Frank Sinatra, Charles tales can come trueIt can

summer smiles, the summer knows, and unashamed, she sheds

my tweed pressed, got my best vest, all I

(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)(Feelin' kinda Sunday,

how I miss you tonightMiss you while lights are lowOh,

I'll see you again whenever spring breaks through againTime may lie

In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the GypsyShe

of the border, down Mexico wayThat's where I fell

Here we all work 'long the MississippiHere we all work while

Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she shouldI got

look at you and suddenlySomething in your eyes I

funny ValentineSweet comic ValentineYou make me smile with my

I'll be loving you alwaysWith a love that's true, alwaysWhen the

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

When they see Monique, I know they'll understandMonique, MoniqueI've hungered so

One day, you turn around and it's summerNext day, you turn

it says here in this average unmarried femaleBasically

give me your lips, and your lips are

You better get up and do it now, you better get

have got youUnder my skinI’ve got youDeep in the