"Have you met Miss Jones?" Someone said as we shook hands She was just Miss Jones to me And then I said, "Miss Jones You're a girl who understands I'
Somewhere beyond the sea Somewhere waiting for me My lover stands on golden sands And watches the ships that go sailing Somewhere beyond the sea She'
good year. It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights. We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen. When
shark babe has such teeth, dear And he shows them pearly white Just a jack knife wears old Macheath, babe And he keeps it out of sight You know when
two We stick together like glue And when it's sleeping time that's when we rise We start to swing, oh, you think you're so jazz, you Our clocks don'
up and fly right Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top. The buzzard told the monkey, "You are chokin' me Release your hold and I will set you free
It's quarter to three There's no one in the place Except you and me So set 'em up Joe I got a little story I think you should know We're drinking my
friends I'm talkin' to, but you got me now But I'm not thinkin' 'bout just how much I love you, I love you too I'm thinkin' 'bout the things we used
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thrill But please do nothing till You hear it from me Please do nothing till You hear it from me Please do nothing till You hear it from me Baby you
How lucky can one guy be? I kissed her and she kissed me Like the fella once said "Ain't that a kick in the head?" The room was completely black I hugged
s what I was going to say (You know you're a brilliant fellow?) Why thank you (Pick up, Jack, please don't eat that glass, my friend) (Have you heard
something stupid Like I love you I can see it in your eyes That you despise the same old lines You heard the night before And though it's just a line to you
a sign I make you smile all the time And your conversation would complement mine I will talk and Hollywood will listen See them bow my every word Mr. Spielberg, look just what you're
sign I'd make you smile all the time Your conversation would compliment mine I will talk and Hollywood will listen See them bow and my every word Mr Spielberg look just what you're
tear the seam of anyone's dream Is over my head Do nothing till you hear from me At least consider our romance If you should take the word of others you
very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights. We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen. When
and fly right Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top. The buzzard told the monkey, You're chokin' me. Release your hold and I'll set you free. The
