Fools rush in, where wise men never go,
But wise men never fall in love, so how are they to know?
That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well; Icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
It takes more talent to write music, but it takes more courage to write lyrics.
Once upon a time the world was sweeter than we knew. Everything was ours; how happy we were then, but then once upon a time never comes again.
You got to ac-cent-tchu-ate the positiveE-lim-i-nate the negativeAnd latch on to the affirmative.Don't mess with mister inbetween.
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.
The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at playThrough the meadow land toward a closing doorA door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before
You must write for the waste basket.
Things never are as bad as they seem.
She's nobody's fool so I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no girl catching me.
Day in, day out. That same old voodoo follows me about.
Skylark,Have you seen a valley green with SpringWhere my heart can go a-journeying,Over the shadows in the rainTo a blossom covered lane?And in your lonely flight,Haven't you heard the music in the night,Wonderful music,Faint as a will-o-the-wisp,Crazy as a loon,Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon.
Don't mess with Mister Inbetween.
There's a long goodbye,and it happens every day,when a passerbyinvites your eyeto come away.Even as you smile a quick helloyou let her go,you let the moment fly...Too late you turn your head,you know you've saidthe Long Goodbye.
Too marvelous for words.
Hooray for Hollywood.
When my life is throughAnd the angels ask me to recallThe thrill of them allThen I shall tell themI remember you
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blowI been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I knowA woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night.
When the sweet talkin's done, a man is a two face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night.
Skylark Have you anything to say to me? Won't you tell me where my love can be?
Come rain or come shine.
Arthur Murray taught me dancing in a hurry.
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow.
You must have been a beautiful baby, 'Cos baby just look at you now.
I know all the songs that the cowboys know'bout the big corral where the doggies go,'Cause I learned them all on the radio.Yippie yi yo kayah
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