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You make me feel so young
You make me feel like spring has sprung
Every time I see you grin
I'm such a happy individual
The moment that you speak
I want to go and play hide-and-seek
I want to go and bounce the moon
Just like a toy balloon
You and I, are just like a couple of tots
Running across the meadow
Picking up lots of forget-me-nots
You make me feel so young
You make me feel there are songs to be sung
Bells to be rung, and a wonderful fling to be flung
And even when I'm old and gray
I'm gonna feel the way I do today
'Cause you make me feel so young
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It happened in Monterey
A long time ago
I met her in Monterey
In old Mexico
Stars and steel guitars
And luscious lips as red as wine
Broke somebody's heart
And I'm afraid that it was mine
It happened in Monterey
Without thinking twice
I left her and threw away the key to paradise
My indiscreet heart
Longs for the sweetheart
That I left in old Monterey
It happened in Monterey
A long time ago
I met her in Monterey
In old Mexico
Stars, guitars,
Lips red as wine
Broke somebody's heart
And I fear that it was mine
It happened in Monterey
And without thinking twice
I left her and I threw away the key to paradise
My indiscreet heart
How it longs for that sweetheart
That I left in old Monterey
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Every kiss, every hug seems to act just like a drug
You're getting to be a habit with me
Let me stay in your arms, I'm addicted to your charms
You're getting to be a habit with me
I used to think your love was something I could take or leave alone
But now I couldn't do without my supply, I need you for my own
Oh, I can't break away, I must have you everyday, as regularly as coffee or tea
You've got me in your clutches and I can't break free,
You're getting to be a habit with me
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If the nightingales could sing like you
They'd sing much sweeter than they do
For you brought a new kind of love to me
And if the sandman brought me dreams of you
I'd want to sleep my whole life through
You brought a new love to me
I know that I'm the slave, you're the queen
Still you can understand that underneath it all
You're a maid and I am only a man
I would work and slave the whole day through
If I could hurry home to you
You brought a new kind of love to me
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You're just too marvelous
Too marvelous for words
Like glorious, glamorous
And that old stand-by: amorous
It's all too wonderful
I'll never find the words
That say enough, tell enough
I mean they just aren't swell enough
You're much too much
And just too very very
Too ever be in Webster's dictionary
And so I'm borrowing
A lovesong from the birds
To tell you that you're marvelous
Too marvelous for words
You're much, you're too much
And just too very very
To ever be, to ever be
In Webster's dictionary
And so I'm borrowing
A lovesong from the birds
To tell you that you're marvelous
To tell you that you're marvelous
To tell you that you're marvelous
Too marvelous for words
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I look at you and suddenly, something in your eyes I see;
Soon begins bewitching me.
It's that old devil moon that you stole from the skies.
It's that old devil moon in your eyes.
You and you glance make this romance too hot to handle.
Stars in the night, blazing their light can't hold a candle;
To your razzle-dazzle.
You've got me flyin' high and wide, on a magic carpet ride;
Full of butterflies inside.
Wanna cry, wanna croon, wanna laugh like a loon.
It's that old devil moon in your eyes.
Just when I think, I'm free as a dove.
Old devil moon, deep in your eyes, blinds me with love.
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Every time it rains, it rains
Pennies from heaven
Don't you know each cloud contains
Pennies from heaven
You'll find your fortune falling all over the town
Make sure that your umbrella is upside down
Trade them for a package sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love
You must have showers
So when you hear it thunder dont run under a tree
There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me
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Trade ithem for a package of sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love
You must have showers
So when you hear it thunder
Don't run under a tree
There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me
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It's very clear
Our love is here to stay
Not for a year, but ever and a day
The radio
And the telephone
And the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies and in time may go
But oh my dear
Our love is here to stay
Together we're going a long long way
In time the Rockies may crumble
Gibraltar may tumble
They're only made of clay
But our love is here to stay
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I have got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin
I have tried so not to give in
I have said to myself this affair never gonna go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby I know so well
I have got you under my skin
I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of holding you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, and it shouts in my ear
Don't you know blue eyes, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
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I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, and it shouts in my ear
Don't you know little fool, you never can win
Why not use your mentality, step up, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
I love you under my skin
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I took a trip on a train
And I thought about you
I passed a shadowy lane
And I thought about you
Two or three cars arked under the stars
A winding stream
Moon shining down on some little town
And with each beam, the same old dream
And every stop that we made, oh, I thought about you
When I pulled down the shade then I really felt blue
I peeked through the crack, looked at the track
The one going back to you
And what did I do? I thought about you
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No tears, no fears
Remember there's always tomorrow
So what if we have to part
We'll be together again
Your kiss, your smile
Are memories I'll treasure forever
So try thinking with your heart
We'll be together again
Times when I know you'll be lonesome
Times when I know you'll be sad
Don't let temptation surround you
Don't let the blues make you bad
Someday, someway
We both have a lifetime before us
For parting is not good-bye
We'll be together again
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Writer(s): W. Donaldson/G. Kahn
Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' whoopee
A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, he answers twice
Its really killin' that he's so willin' to make whoopee
Picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest
And think what a year can bring
He's washin dishes and baby clothes
He's so ambitious he even sews
But don't forget folks,
Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopee
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Everybody's hand in hand
Swingin' down the lane
Everybody's feelin' grand
Swingin' down the lane
That's the time I miss the bliss
That we might have known
Nights like this
When I'm all alone
When the moon is on the rise
Baby I'm so blue
Watchin' lovers makin' eyes
Like we used to do
When the moon is on the way
Still I'm waitin' all in vain
Should be swingin' down the lane
With you
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In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows, anything goes
Good authors too who once knew better words
Now only use four letter words writing prose
Anything goes
The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today
And black's white today
And day's night today
When most guys today that women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
So though I'm not a great romancer
I know that you're bound to answer
When I propose, anything goes
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I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?
I love a fireside when a storm is due. How about you?
I like potato chips, moonlight motor trips, how about you?
I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill
And James Durante's looks give me a thrill
Holding hands in the movie show, when all the lights are low
May not be new, but I like it, how about you?
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