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My heart and I decided. If you like it, we'd like it too. Secluded with you My heart and I decided. We'd find heaven, blue heaven too. Secluded with you Up on the Prairie or out on a desert
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He's my guy, I don't care what he does. 'Cause he's my guy, I guess he always was. He's careless about me, I don't think he tries. But once in a while he'll hug me and smile. Then I can see me in
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Song Good Morning Heartache - Ella Fitzgerald. Good morning heartache. You old gloomy sight. Good morning heartache. Thought we said goodbye last night. I turned and tossed until it seems you have
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Song Miss Otis Regrets (She's Unable to Lunch Today) (Live) - Ella Fitzgerald. Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today, madam,. Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today. She is sorry
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander. A-tisket a-tasket. A green-and-yellow basket. I bought a basket for my mommie. On the way I dropped it. I dropped it, I dropped it. Yes, on
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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rash? Oh Bobby Darin and Louis Armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now Ella, Ella, and her fellas. We're making a wreck, what a wreck of Mack the Knife Oh Snookie Taudry, bah bah bah
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rash? Oh Bobby Darin and Louis Armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now Ella, Ella, and her fellas. We're making a wreck, what a wreck of Mack the Knife Oh Snookie Taudry, bah bah bah
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glide and sway. Savoy, let me stomp away with you Boo ba di ba di di bo bo bo (Savoy) the home of sweet romance. (Savoy) wins you at a glance. (Swing it Ella) happy feet. A chance to dance at the
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with Bing and Frank and Nat. On everything from jazz to scat. You bet your bottom dollar that you want to swing. Hearing Ella sing. . Hear that bard then that word. Ain't no sound like the one
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
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Somewhere there's music. How faint the tune. Somewhere there's heaven. How high the moon. There is no moon above. When love is far away too. Till it comes true. That you love me as I love you
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It's not the glow you feel. When snow appears. It's not the Christmas card. You've sent for years Not the joyful sound. When sleigh bells ring. Or the merry songs. Children sing The little gift
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My mama done tol' me when I was in pigtails. My mama done tol' me, "Hon. A man's gonna sweet talk and give ya the big eye. But when the sweet talkin's done A man is a two-face. A worrisome thing
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The song is ended. But the melody lingers on. You and the song are gone. But the melody lingers on The night was splendid. And the melody seemed to say. Summer will pass away. Take your
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Somewhere there's music. How faint the tune. Somewhere there's heaven. How high the moon There is no moon above. When love is far away too. Till it comes true. That you love me as I love you
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Let's build a stairway to the stars. And climb that stairway to the stars. With love beside us. To fill the night with a song. . We'll hear the sound of violins. Out yonder where the blue
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It's not the pale moon that excites me. That thrills and delights me, oh no. It's just the nearness of you It isn't your sweet conversation. That brings this sensation, oh no. It's just the
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The moon and you appear to be. So near and yet so far from me. And here am I on a night in June. Reaching for the moon and you I wonder if we'll ever meet. My song of love is incomplete. I'm
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Let's build a stairway to the stars. And climb that stairway to the stars. With love beside us. To fill the night with a song We'll hear the sound of violins. Out yonder where the blue begins
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The day is my enemy, the night my friend. For I'm always so alone. 'Till the day draws to an end. But when the sun goes down. And the moon comes through. To the monotone of the evening's drone
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The night is bitter,. The stars have lost their glitter,. The winds grow colder,. And suddenly you`re older. And all because of. The man that got away. . No more his eager call,. The writing
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. But if this ditty is not so pretty. At least it'll tell you how great you are You're the top, you're the Collisseum. You're the top, you're the Louvre Museum. You're the melody from a symphony by
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Old Peter Minuet had nothing to lose. When he bought the Isle of Manhattan. For twenty-six dollars and a bottle of booze. And they threw in The Bronx and Staten Pete thought that he had the best
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We meet and the angels sing. The angels sing the sweetest song I ever heard. You speak and the angels sing. Or am I breathing music into every word?. . Suddenly, the setting is strange. I can
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You saw me crying in the chapel. The tears I shed were tears of joy. I know the meaning of contentment. I am happy with the Lord. . Just a plain and simple chapel. Where all good people go to
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. But if this ditty is not so pretty. At least it'll tell you how great you are. . You're the top, you're the Colosseum. You're the top, you're the Louvre Museum. You're the melody from a symphony by
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You must take the "A" train. To go to Sugar Hill, way up in Harlem. If you miss the "A" train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on, now it's coming. Listen to
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Somewhere there's music. How faint the tune. Somewhere there's heaven. How high the moon. There is no moon above. When love is far away too. Till it comes true. That you love me as I love you
