I make a date for gown, You can bet your life it rains. Tried to give a party But the guy upstairs complains. Guess I'll go through life Catching colds and missing trains. Everything happens to me.
I never miss a thing I've had the measles and the mumps. And every time I play an ace My partner always trumps. Guess I'm just a fool Who never looks before he jumps. Everything happens to me.
At first I thought that you would end this jinx for me. And love would turn the trick to end despair. Now I just cant fool this head that thinks for me. I've mortgaged all my castles in the air. Well I've telegraphed and phoned. Sent an air mail special too. Your answer was goodbye. There was even postage due. Fell in love just once, And it had to be with you. Everything happens to me.
I used to visit all the very gay places Those come what may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life From jazz and cocktails. The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distant gay traces That used to be there you could see where they'd been washed away By too many through the day Twelve o'clock tales Then you came along with your siren of song To tempt me to madness! I thought for a while that your poignant smile was tinged with the sadness Of a great love for me.
Ah yes! I was wrong Again, I was wrong. Life is lonely again, And only last year everything seemed so sure. Now life is awful again, A troughful of hearts could only be a bore. A week in Paris will ease the bite of it, All I care is to smile in spite of it. I'll forget you, I will While yet you are still burning inside my brain. Romance is mush, Stifling those who strive. I'll live a lush life in some small dive And there I'll be, while I rot With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too
Someone to hold you too close Someone to hurt you too deep Someone to sit in your chair And ruin your sleep And make you aware of being alive
Someone to need you too much Someone to know you too well Someone to pull you up short And put you through hell And give you support for being alive-being alive Make me alive, make me confused Mock me with praise, let me be used Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive!
Somebody hold me too close Somebody force me to care Somebody make me come through I'll always be there As frightened as you of being alive, Being alive, being alive!
Someone you have to let in Someone whose feelings you spare Someone who, like it or not Will want you to share a little, a lot of being alive Make me alive, make me confused Mock me with praise, let me be used Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive!
Somebody crowd me with love Somebody force me to care Somebody make me come through I'll always be there As frightened as you to help us survive, Being alive, being alive, being alive, being alive
It won't be easy, you'll think it strange When I try to explain how I feel That I still need your love after all that I've done You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew Although she's dressed up to the nines At sixes and sevens with you I had to let it happen, I had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun So I chose freedom Running around trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all I never expected it to Don't cry for me Argentina The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days My mad existence I kept my promise Don't keep your distance
And as for fortune, and as for fame I never invited them in Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired They are illusions
They're not the solutions they promised to be The answer was here all the time I love you and hope you love me Don't cry for me Argentina......
Don't cry for me Argentina The truth is I never left you All through my wild days My mad existence
I kept my promise Don't keep your distance Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you But all you have to do is look at me to know that every word is true
When I was a girl l I had a favorite story Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind Her voice could match the angels' in its glory But she was blind, the lark was blind An old king came and took her to his palace Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice And he prayed:
"Sing for me, my meadowlark, Sing for me of the silver morning, Set me free, my meadowlark, And I'll buy you a priceless jewel And cloth of brocade and crewel And I'll love you for life, If you will sing for me."
Then one day as the lark sang by the water The god of the sun heard her in his flight And her singing moved him so He came and brought her the gift of sight He gave her sight And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendor Of this beautiful, young god, so proud and strong And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender "Come along. Fly with me, my meadowlark, Fly with me on the silver morning, Past the sea where the dolphins bark We will dance on the coral beaches, Make a feast of the plums and peaches Just as far as your vision reaches Fly with me."
But the meadowlark said no For the old king loved her so She couldn't bear to wound his pride So the sun god flew away And when the king came down that day He found his meadowlark had died Every time I heard that part I cried
And now I stand here starry-eyed and stormy Oh, just when I thought my heart was finally numb A beautiful, young man appears before me, Singing 창??come, oh, won't you come?창?? And what can I do if finally for the first time The one I'm burning for returns the glow? If love has come at last it's picked the worst time Still I know I've got to go
Fly away, meadowlark Fly away in the silver morning, If I stay, I'll grow to curse the dark So it's off where the days won't bind me I know I leave wounds behind me But I won't let tomorrow find me Back this way Before my past once again can blind me Fly away And we won't wait To say good-bye My beautiful young man And I.
Times have changed, And we've ofter rewound the clock Since the puritans got a shock When they landed on Plymouth rock If today any shock they might try to stem 'stead of landing of Plymouth rock Plymouth rock would land on them.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking But now God knows Anything goes
Good authors to Who once knew better words Now only use four letter words Writing prose Anything goes
If driving fast cars you like If low bars you like If old hymns you like If bare limbs you like If Mae West you like Or me undressed you like Why nobody will oppose
When every night The set that's smart Is intruding on nudist parties In studios Anything goes
When Mrs. Ned McClean God bless her Can get Russian reds to yes her Than I suppose Anything goes
When Rockefeller still can hoard Enough money to let Max Gordon Produce his shows Anything goes
The world has gone mad today And good's bad today And black's white today And days night today And that gent today You gave a cent today Once owned several chateaux
When folks Who still can ride in Jitney's Find out Vanderbilts and Whitney's Lack baby clo'es Anything goes
When Sam Goldwyn Can with great conviction Instruct Anna Sten in diction Than Anna shows Anything goes
When you hear that Lady Mendl standing up Now turns a handspring landing up- On her toes Anything goes
Just think of those shocks you've got And those knocks you've got And those blues you've got From those news you've got And those pains you've got (if any brains you've got) From those little radios
So Mrs. R. With all her trimmin's Can broadcast a bed from Simmon's Cause Franklin knows Anything goes
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door. It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn I see the factr'y that I worked silhouetted in the back. The memories are gray but, man, they're really coming back. I don't need to be the king of the world As long as I'm the hero of this little girl.
Heaven isn't too far away. Closer to it every day. No matter what your friends might say.
How I love the way you move and the sparkle in your eyes. There's a color deep inside them like a blue suburban sky. When I come home late at night and you're in bed asleep. I wrap my arms around you so I can feel you breath. I don't need to a superman As long as you will always be my biggest fan.
Heaven isn't too far away. Closer to it every day. No matter what your friends might say. We'll find our way. Yeah.
Now the lights are going out, along the boulevard. Memories come rushing back and it makes it pretty hard. I've got nowhere left to go, no one really cares. I don't know what to do but I'm never giving up on you.
Heaven isn't too far away. Closer to it every day. No matter what your friends might say.
