The torch I carry is handsome
It's worth its heartache in
I've grown accustomed to his face,
He almost makes the day
Quiet nights of quiet stars
Quiet cords from my guitar
Floating on
Someone to hold me tight
That would be very nice
Someone to
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema
I search for phrases to sing your praises
But there aren't
If you see me walking ddown the street
And i start
It seems we stood and talked like this before,
We looked
You're my thrill
You do something to me
You send chills right