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. That's amore. Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling. And you'll sing "Vita bella". Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay. Like a gay tarantella When the stars make you
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resist. But Martin needs his strange obsession. To exist. . (Kill, kill, kill). . He's far too pale and far too frail. To be a normal boy. There's something shining in his eyes. The things he'd
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We walk on every city street. We walk in lanes where branches meet. And stars send down their blessings from the blue. We go through storms of doubt and fear. And so we walk from year to year
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If her voice can bring. Every hope of the spring. That's Judy, my Judy If her eyes say yes. But you're wrong in your guess. That's Judy, my Judy If you hear her call. In a soft, southern drawl
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sweet love wither and die. Like flowers in the fall. Oh, Judy, don't you know. It's you I love most of all . Oh, please come back. I promise always to be true. Oh, Judy, there'll never be. Anyone
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sweet love wither and die. Like flowers in the fall. Oh, Judy, don't you know. It's you I love most of all . Oh, please come back. I promise always to be true. Oh, Judy, there'll never be. Anyone
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Judy, could anyone. Be loved any more?. Than I love you. Does it hurt you too? And Judy I've been feeling. Small too long. I love you so. But something's wrong And I come running. When you
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Judy, could anyone. Be loved any more?. Than I love you. Does it hurt you too? And Judy I've been feeling. Small too long. I love you so. But something's wrong And I come running. When you
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When you walk through a storm, hold your chin up high. And don't be afraid of the dark, at the end of a storm. Is a golden sky and the sweet, silver song of a lark Walk on, through the wind, walk
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. So you're thrifty I don't mind Freddy you see you'll hold me in your arms someday. And I will be wearing your lacy lingerie. Thinking about it my heart's pounding already. Knowing when you come home
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. So you're thrifty I don't mind Freddy you see you'll hold me in your arms someday. And I will be wearing your lacy lingerie. Thinking about it my heart's pounding already. Knowing when you come home
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Moonlight Cocktail. Glenn Miller & his Orchestra. Words by Kim Gannon. Music by Lucky Roberts #1 from week of February 28, 1942 to week of May 2, 1942 Couple of jiggers of moonlight and add a star
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Savoy, the home of sweet romance. Savoy, it wins you at a glance. Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance Your form, just like a clingy vine. Your lips, so warm and sweet as wine. Your cheek
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I Got A Guy. Chick Webb & his Orchestra. v_Ella Fitzgerald (1937). . I got a guy. He don't dress me in sable. He looks nothing like Gable. But he's mine. And I think he's too divine. I got a
