Song Superstition - QuincyJones. Very superstitious, writing on the wall. Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall. Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass. Seven years of bad luck, the
to the X, Y, Z of it. Help me solve the mystery of it. Teach me tonight The sky's a blackboard high above you. And if a shooting star goes by. I'll use that star to write, 'I love you'. A thousand
Fly me to the moon. Let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on. A-Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand. In other words, baby, kiss me Fill my heart with song and
I'm so afraid of night 'cause I'm too romantic. Moonlight and stars can make such a fool of me. You know you're much too near, and I'm too romantic. Wouldn't I be a sight on a bended knee I'm
Have you met Miss Jones?. Someone said as we shook hands. She was just Miss Jones to me And then I said, "Miss Jones. Youre a girl who understands. Im a man who must be free" And all at once I
do, what to do Have you ever felt a gentle touch. And then a kiss and then and then. Find it's only your imagination again, oh Lord Imagination is silly. You go around Willy Nilly. For example I go
ti. ar. al. Writer(s) dennis/adair. I make a date for golf -. You can bet you life it rains. I try to give a party -. And the guy upstairs complains. I guess i'll go thru life;. Just catchin' colds
around, just within a thrice. I bought you violets for your furs and it was spring for a while, remember?. I bought you violets for your furs and there was april in that december. The snow drifted down
around, just within a thrice. I bought you violets for your furs and it was spring for a while, remember?. I bought you violets for your furs and there was april in that december. The snow drifted down
This love of mine goes on and on. Though life is empty since you have gone. You're always on my mind though out of sight. It's lonesome through the day, and oh, the night I cry my heart out, it's
How I love the kisses of Dolores. Aye aye aye Dolores. Not Marie or Emily or Doris. Only my Dolores From a balcony above me. She whispers love me and throws a rose. Ah but she is twice as lovely
