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I'm sorry dear, so sorry dear, I'm sorry I made you cry
Won't you forget, won't you forgive, don't let us say goodbye
One little word, one little smile, one little kiss won't you try
It breaks my heart to hear you sigh, I'm sorry I made you cry
One little word, one little smile, one little kiss won't you try
It breaks my heart to hear you sigh, I'm sorry I made you cry
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How much do I love you?
I'll tell you no lie
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?
How many times a day do I think of you?
How many roses are sprinkled with dew?
How far would I travel
To be where you are?
How far is the journey
From here to a star?
And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?
How far would I travel
To be where you are?
How far is the journey
From here to a star?
And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?
How high is the sky?
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Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then oh, why can't I?
(When all the world is a whole glass jumbled
And the raindrops tumble all around
There's an old place of magic ways)
A place behind the sun
Just a step behind the rainbow
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why oh, why can't I?
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I'm not much to look at, nothin' to see
Just glad I'm livin' and happy to be
I got a woman, crazy for me
She's funny that way
I can't save a dollar, ain't worth a cent
She'd never holler, she'd live in a tent
I got a woman, crazy for me
She's funny that way
Though she'd love to work and slave for me every day
She'd be so much better off if I went away
But why should I leave her, why should I go?
She'd be unhappy without me, I know
I got a woman, crazy for me
She's funny that way
When I hurt her feelin's once in a while
Her only answer is one little smile
I got a woman, crazy for me
She's funny that way
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Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
Embrace me, my silk and lace-able you
I’m in love with you
I am
And verily so
But you’re much too shy
Unnecessarily so
I love all, the many charms about you
Above all, I want my arms about you
Don't be a naughty baby
Come to papa do
My sweet embraceable you
I love all, the many charms about you
Above all, I want these arms about you
So don't be a naughty baby
Come to papa do
My sweet embraceable you
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You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long
You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song
You are the angel-glow that lights a star
The dearest things that I know are what you are
Some day my happy arms will hold you
And some day I'll know that moment divine
When all the things you are, are mine
(You are the angel-glow that lights a star)
The dearest things that I know are what you are
Some day my happy arms will hold you
And some day I'll know that moment divine
When all the things you are, are mine!
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That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
The same old tingle that I feel inside
And then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go
Round and round I go
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide
I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire
Cause you are the lover I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine, darling
Down and down I go
Round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in
Under that old black magic called love
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Whenever skies look gray to me and trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds become too strong
I concentrate on you
When fortune cries "Nay, nay" to me
And people declare "You're through"
Whenever the blues become my only songs
I concentrate on you
On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When at first my kiss you do decline
On the light in your eyes when you surrender
And once again our arms intertwine
And so when wise men say to me
That love's young dream never comes true
To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
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