Barbara Carroll

Love is funny or it's sad,
Or it's quiet or it's mad.
It's a good thing or it's bad,
But beautiful.


Beautiful to take a chance
And if you fall, you fall.
And I'm thinking I wouldn't mind at all.

Love is tearful or it's gay.
It's a problem or it's play.
It's a heartache either way,
But beautiful.


And I'm thinking if you were mine,
I'd never let you go.
And that would be but beautiful
I know.

Love makes me treat you the way that I do.
Gee, baby, ain't I good to you.
There's nothing in this whole world too good for a
man who's good and true.
Gee, baby ain't I good to you.

Bought you a fur coat for Christmas, a
diamond ring,
Big Cadillac car, everything.
Love makes me treat you the way that I do.
Gee, baby, ain't I good to you.

I thought I'd found the man of my dreams.
But it seems this is how the story ends.
He's gonna turn me down and say,
Can't We Be Friends.

I thought for once it couldn't go wrong.
Not for long! I can see the way this ends.
He's gonna turn me down and say,
Can't We Be Friends.

Why should I care if he gave me the air?
Why should I cry
- heave a sigh - wonder why?

I thought I'd found a man I could trust
What a bust! I can see the way this ends.
He's gonna turn me down and say,
Can't We Be friends.

I thought I know the wheat from the chaff
What a laugh! I can see the way this ends.
He's gonna turn me down and say,
Can't We Be friends.

I acted like a kid out of school
What a fool! I can see the way this ends.
He's gonna turn me down and say,
Can't We Be friends.

Never again! Through with love! Throught with men!
They play their game without shame,
And who's to blame?

I thought I'd found a man I could trust.
What a bust! I can see the way this ends.
He's gonna turn me down and say,
Can't We Be friends.

How glad the many millions of Johnnys,
Joes, and Williams
Would be to capture me
But you had such persistence
You wore down my resistance
I fell and it was swell

You're my big, and brave, and handsome Romeo.
How I won you, I will never, ever know.

It's not that you're attractive,
But, oh, my heart grew active,

When you came into view.
I've got a crush on you, sweetypie.
All the day and night-time,
You'll hear me sigh.
I never had the least notion
That I could fall with so much emotion.

Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share?
The world will pardon my mush
Cause I've got a crush, my baby on you

Oh! How am I know
If it's really love that's found its way here?
Oh! Oh! How am I know
Can it be that love with lead me then?

I dare not guess
At this strange happiness
Oh! Oh! How am I know
Can it be that love has come to stay here?

How am I know
If it's really love that's found its way here?
Oh! Oh! How am I know
Can it be that love with lead me then?

I dare not guess
At this strange happiness

Oh! Oh! How am I know
Can it be that love has come to stay here?


Oh! Oh! How am I know
Can it be that love has come to stay here?

It seems we stood and talked like this before.
We looked at each other In the same way then,
But I can't remember where or when.

The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore
The smile you are smiling you were smiling then,
But I can't remember where or when.

Some things that happen for the first time
Seem to be happening again.

And so it seems that we have met before,
And laughed before and loved before,
But who knows where or when?

I wished on the moon for something I never knew
Wished on the moon for more than I ever knew
A sweeter rose, a softer sky,
An April day that would not dance away.

I begged of a star to send me a beam or two.
I wished on a star to send me a dream or two.
I wished for every loveliness
They all came true
I wished on the moon for you

I wished on a star to send me a dream or two.
I begged of a star to send me a beam or two.
I wished for every loveliness
They all came true
I wished on the moon for you

You are not my first love
I've known other charms.
But I've just been rehearsing in those other arms.

You are not my first one.
You'd better know
Before it was just good clean fun
Til you knocked at my door.

My heart is second-hand.
Yes, my heart is second-hand.
But there aren't many scratches,
And you'll hardly see the patches.

Now you know the worst, love.
Yes, l've had a past.
Though you're not my first love, baby,
You will be the first to last.