All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm
Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest the shadows
I live with
Them that’s got shall have
Them that’s not shall lose
So the
Your eyes so blue
Your kisses too
I never knew what they
Away from the city that hurts and mocks
I’m standing alone
Don't want my manny
I don't need a friend
My heart is
I'll never be the same
Guys have lost their meaning for
with writers: Billy Rose / Edward Eliscu / Vincent Youmans
Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom-tom
When the
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and
Someday he'll come along
The man I love
And he'll be big
Never there to have your arms around me
Not that I