Times have changed,
And we've often rewound the clock,
Since
When they begin
the beguine
it brings back the sound
of music
Brothers and sisters, we are here tonight to fight the
My story is much too sad to be told,
but practically
I hate men.
I can't abide them even now and then.
Then
In the still of the night
As I gaze from my
And that's why birds do it, bees do it
Even
When the only sound on the empty street
is the heavy
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, Madam.
Miss Otis
Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom tom
when the
Strange dear, but true dear,
When I'm close to you, dear,
The
Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
Oh, how
I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in
I was a humdrum person
leading a life apart
when love flew
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have
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