I look at you and suddenly. Something in your eyes I see. Soon begins bewitching me. It's that old devil moon. That you stole from the skies. It's that old devil moon in your eyes You and you
Watch the birdie, we'll take a camera candid shot. Watch the birdie, come on and give it all you've got. Watch the birdie, just look around and pick a spot. And hold it. . Watch the birdie, just
foggy streets alone. It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known A foggy day, in London town. Had me low and had me down. I viewed the morning, with alarm. The British museum, had lost its charm
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly. The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly. Then you and I came wandering by. And lost in a sigh were we. The shore was kissed by sea and
April skies are in your eyes. But darling, don't be blue Don't cry,. Oh honey please. Don't be that way. Clouds in the sky. Should never make you feel that way The rain. Will bring the violets
