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Lately, I find myself gazing at stars
Hearing guitars like someone in love Sometimes the things I do astound me Mostly whenever you're around me Lately I seem to walk as though I had wings Bump into things like someone in love Each time I look at you I'm limp as a glove And feeling like someone in love |
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Smooth road, clear day
But why am I the only one Trav'ling this way? How strange the road to love should be so easy Can there be a detour ahead? Wake up, slow down Before you crash and break your heart Gullible clown, you fool You're headed in the wrong direction Can't you see the detour ahead? The farther you travel The harder to unravel the web he spins around you Turn back while there's time Can't you see the danger sign? Soft shoulders surround you Smooth road, clear night Oh lucky me, that suddenly I saw the light I'm turning back away from all this trouble Smooth road, smooth road, no detour ahead |
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Three little words
Oh what I'd give for that wonderful phrase To hear those three little words That's all I'd live for the rest of my days And what I feel in my heart they tell sincerely No other words can tell it half so clear-early Three little words wight little letters Which simply mean I love you And what I feel in my heart they tell sincerely No other words can tell it half so clear-early Three little words eight little letters Which simply mean I love you Simply mean I, I love you |
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I'll string along, string along
String along with you, dear I'll string along, string along String along with you, dear You may not be an angel 'Cause angels are so few But until the day that one comes along I'll string along with you I'm looking for an angel To sing my love song to And until the day that one comes along I'll sing my song to you For every little fault that you have Say I've got three or four The human little faults you do have Just make me love you more You may not be an angel But still I'm sure you'll do So until the day that one comes along I'll string along with you You may not be an angel 'Cause angels are so few But until the day that one comes along I'll string along with you, say I'm looking for an angel To sing my love song to And until the day that one comes along Yes, I'll string along with you For every little fault that she has Say I've got three or four, maybe more The little human faults she does have Just make me love you more You may not be an angel But still I'm sure you'll do, oh yeah, yes So until the day that one comes along Yes, I'll string along with you Until he finds an angel I'll string, string along with you String along |
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You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be so nice by the fire While the breeze on high sang a lullaby You'd be all that I could desire Under stars chilled by the winter Under an August moon burning above You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise To come home to and love Under stars chilled by the winter Under an August moon burning above You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise To come home to and love |
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Speak low when you speak, love
Our summer day withers away too soon, too soon Speak low when you speak, love Our moment is swift; like ships adrift, we're swept apart too soon Speak low, darling, speak low Love is a spark lost in the dark too soon, too soon I feel wherever I go That tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here and always too soon Time is so old and love so brief Love is pure gold and time a thief We're late, darling, we're late The curtain descends, everything ends too soon, too soon I wait, darling, I wait Will you speak low to me? Speak love to me and soon Time is so old and love so brief Love is pure gold and time a thief We're late, darling, we're late The curtain descends, everything ends too soon, too soon I wait, darling, I wait Will you speak low to me? Speak love to me and soon Speak low |
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I love the look of you, the lure of you
The sweet of you, the pure of you The eyes, the arms, the mouth of you The east, west, north, and the south of you I'd love to gain complete control of you And handle even the heart and soul of you So love, at least, a small percent of me, do For I love all of you I'd love to gain complete control of you And handle even the heart and soul of you So love, at least, a small percent of me, do For I love all of you, for I love all of you |
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Thanks for the memory
Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet Our wondrous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette How lucky I was And thanks for the memory Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki We had a pad in London, but we didn't stop for tea How cozy it was Now since our breakup, I wake up Alone on a gray morning-after I long for the sound of your laughter And then I see the laugh's on me But thanks for the memory Of every touch and thrill; I've been through the mill I've lived a lot and learned a lot; you loved me not and still I miss you so much Thanks for the memory Of how we used to jog even in a fog That barbecue in Malibu away from all the smog How rainy it was Thanks for the memory Of letters I destroyed, books that we enjoyed Tonight, the way things look, I need a book by Sigmund Freud How brainy he was Gone are those evenings on Broadway Together we'd go to a great show But now I begin with the Late Show And wish that you were watching too I know it's a fallacy That grown men never cry; baby, that's a lie We had our bed of roses, but forgot that roses die And thank you so much |
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