Lena Horne - It's Love/ Songs By Burke & Van Heusen (2004) by Lena Horne (보컬) on maniadb.com

You do something to me
Something that simply mystifies me
Tell me, why should it be
You have the power to hypnotize me

Let me live 'neath your spell
You do that voodoo that you do so well

For you do something to me
That nobody else could do.

Let me live 'neath your spell
You do that voodoo that you do so well

For you do something to me
That nobody else could do

That nobody else could do

Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts,
Boy, how they could love!
Swore to be true to each other,
True as the stars above!
'Cause he was her man,
But he done her wrong!

One night Frankie happened to pass by the hotel;
Just casually glanced into a window so high,
And who did she see but her lovin' man
Lovin' up old Nellie Bligh!
She caught her man
Doin' her wrong!

Well, she went round the corner to her favourite pawn shop;
This time she didn't go there for fun!
'Cause when she left, underneath her long red kimono,
She was totin' a forty-four gun!
She was gunnin' for her man
Who was doin' her wrong!

Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel,
Started yankin' the bell!
She said, "Stand back, you madam and floozies,
Or I'll blow each and every one of you straight to hell!
I want my man
Who's done me wrong!".

Johnnie, in panic, mounted the staircase,
Screamin', "Oh Frankie, don't shoot!"
Three times she pulled a trigger on a forty-four gun,
The gun went, "Root-toot-toot!".
She nailed her man
Who'd done her wrong!

So they put her away in a dungeon,
Way up in a dark dingy cell
In the south east corner of a jail,
Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell!
For killin' her man
Who done her wrong!

But the day Frankie mounted the scaffold,
She was just as calm as any gal could be!
And raising her eyes to heaven she cried,
"Lord, I'm comin' to thee!
I'm sorry I killed my man
Who done me wrong!".

Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts,
Boy, how they could love!
Swore to be true to each other,
True as the stars above!
'Cause he was her man,
But he done her wrong!

One night Frankie happened to pass by the hotel;
Just casually glanced into a window so high,
And who did she see but her lovin' man
Lovin' up old Nellie Bligh!
She caught her man
Doin' her wrong!

Well, she went round the corner to her favourite pawn shop;
This time she didn't go there for fun!
'Cause when she left, underneath her long red kimono,
She was totin' a forty-four gun!
She was gunnin' for her man
Who was doin' her wrong!

Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel,
Started yankin' the bell!
She said, "Stand back, you madam and floozies,
Or I'll blow each and every one of you straight to hell!
I want my man
Who's done me wrong!".

Johnnie, in panic, mounted the staircase,
Screamin', "Oh Frankie, don't shoot!"
Three times she pulled a trigger on a forty-four gun,
The gun went, "Root-toot-toot!".
She nailed her man
Who'd done her wrong!

So they put her away in a dungeon,
Way up in a dark dingy cell
In the south east corner of a jail,
Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell!
For killin' her man
Who done her wrong!

But the day Frankie mounted the scaffold,
She was just as calm as any gal could be!
And raising her eyes to heaven she cried,
"Lord, I'm comin' to thee!
I'm sorry I killed my man
Who done me wrong!".

You look at me and wonder
You look at me and doubt
Darling, your eyes are asking
?Will the flame burn out??

No one is sure of sunshine
No one is sure of dawn
But I am sure
My love will live on and on!

I'll be tired of you
When stars are tired of gleaming
When I am tired of dreaming
Then I'll be tired of you!

This I know is true
When winds are tired of blowing
When grass is tired of growing
Then I'll be tired of you

Beyond the years till day is night
Till wrong is right, till birds refuse to sing
Beyond the years the echo of my only love
Will still be whispering, whispering!

If my throbbing heart
Should ever start repeating
That it is tired of beating
Then I'll be tired of you!

It's love, it's love
Well, who would have thought it?
If this is love then why have I fought it?

What a way to feel I could touch the sky
What a way to feel I have found my guy

It's love at last I've someone to cheer for
It's love at last I've learned what we're here for
I've heard it said, "You'll know it when you see it"
Well is see it's, I know it's, its love

It's love, it's love
Well, who would have thought it?
If this is love then why have I fought it?

What a way to feel I could touch the sky
What a way to feel I have found my guy

It's love at last, I've someone to cheer for
It's love at last, I've learned what we're here for
I've heard it said, "You'll know it when you see it"
Well I see it's, I know it's, I feel it's, it's love

This change I feel puzzles me.
It's strange, a real mystery.
Maybe you see it.
If you do see it
What on earth can it be?

Lately I find myself out 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.

Lately I find myself out 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.

Hide your heart from sight,
Lock your dreams at night,
It could happen to you.
Don't count stars

Or you might stumble,
Someone drops a sigh
And down you tumble,
Keep an eye on spring,

Run when church bells ring.
It could happen to you
All I did was wonder
How your arms would be
And it happened to me