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When they begin the beguine. It brings back the sound of music so tender,. It brings back a night of tropical splendor,. It brings back a memory ever green. I'm with you once more under the stars,
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Lifes great, lifes grand. Future, all planned. No more, clouds in the sky. Howm I ridin? I'm ridin high. . Someone, I love. Mad for, my love. So long, jonah, goodbye. Howm I ridin? I'm ridin h
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Lover, when I'm near you. And I hear you speak my name. Softly in my ear. You breathe a flame. . Lover, when we're dancing. Keep on glancing in my eyes. Till love's own entrancing. Music dies.
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Summer journeys to Niagara. and to other places aggra-. vate all our cares. We'll save our fares!. . I've a cozy little flat in. what is known as old Manhattan. we'll settle down. right here i
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On the first of may, it is moving day,. Spring is here, so blow your job,. Throw your job away!. . Now's the time to trust,. To your wanderlust,. In the city's dust you wait, must you wait. Jus
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Strange dear but true dear. When I'm close to you, dear. The stars fill the sky. So in love with you am I. . Even without you. My arms fold about you. You know darling why. So in love with you
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Isn't it romantic?. Music in the night, a dream that can be heard. Isn't it romantic?. Moving shadows write the oldest magic word. I hear the breezes playing in the trees above. While all the wor
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What is this thing called love?. This funny thing called love?. Just who can solve its mystery?. Why should it make a fool of me?. . I saw you there one wonderful day. You took my heart and thre
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I don't care if there's powder on my nose. I don't care if my hairdo is in place. I've lost the very meaning of repose. I never put a mudpack on my face. . Oh who'd have thought that I'd walk in
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A B C D E F G. I never learned to spell. At least not well. . 1 2 3 4 5 6 7. I never learned to count. A great amount. . But my busy mind is burning to use. What learning I've got. I won't w
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It seems we stood and talked like this, before. We looked at each other in the same way then. But I can't remember where or when. . The clothes you're wearing are the clothes, you wore. The smile
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Whenever skies look grey to me. And trouble begins to brew. Whenever the winter winds. Become too strong. I concentrate on you When fortune cries nay, nay to me. And people declare "you're throug
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When the only sound in the empty street. Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet. That belongs to a lonesome cop. I open shop When the moon so long has been gazing down. On the wayward ways of this w
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Life's great, life's grand. Future, all planned. No more clouds in the sky. How'm I ridin', I'm ridin' high Someone, I love. Mad for, my love. So long, Jonah, goodbye. How'm I ridin', I'm ridin'
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew. And never wished for Turkey. As I hitched and hiked and grifted too. From Maine to Albuquerque Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball. And what is twice as sad.
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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
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Blue moon you saw me standing alone. Without a dream in my heart. Without a love of my own. Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for. You heard me saying a prayer for. Someone I really could
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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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I'd like to get away, Junior. Somewhere alone with you. It could be oh so gay, Junior. You need a laugh or two A certain place I know, Frankie. Where funny people can have fun. That's where we tw
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You don't know that I felt good. When we up and parted. You don't know I knocked on wood. Gladly broken-hearted. . Worrying is through, I sleep all night. Appetite and health restored. You don'
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. And down by the shore, an orchestra`s playing. And even the palms seem to be swaying. When they begin the beguine To live it again is past all endeavor. Except when that tune clutches my heart. And
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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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