: Now you say you're lonely You cried the long night through Well, you can cry me a river Cry me a river I cried a river over you Now you say you're
: Oh come back, baby Oh mama please dont go, yeah Cause the way I love you Child you'll never know Oh come back baby, yeah yeah Let's talk it over one
s real Well it's only, false emotion, that you feel If your heartaches, seems to hang around, too long And your blues, keep getting blue-er, with each song
: Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar
: Emily, Emily, Emily Has the murmuring sound of May All silver bells, coral shells, carousels And the laughter of children at play They say "Emily,
: Drinkin' again and thinkin' of when, when you loved me I'm havin' a few and wishin' that you were here Makin' the rounds, accepting a round from strangers
: Whoa, I'm so lonesome baby, now I am in a travelin' mood, yes I am Whoa, I'm so lonesome now now, honey I tell ya I am in a travelin' mood, um hm Guess
will you say? Then I remind myself, "Old girl, you're strong, And you're in love. Life can't go wrong. Smile your old smile, Sing your old song. Wait
go. When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it, I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it, There's no love song finer, but how
: I wonder what you're dreaming while you're sleeping. I'll never know. You'll never know. Now at last the world cannot come peeping Into the thoughts
: It's like singin' to empty tables Or a gallery full of ghosts Or like givin' a great big party Where nobody shows but the host That's what it's been
: When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze And touches with her hand the summer trees, Perhaps you'll understand what memories I own
Ensemble Le meme cri qui fait qu'on se ressemble Et dans ce monde comme un oiseau blesse Dans nos bras enlaces Un ange est passe [Ray Charles]: Life
: Fifty nifty United States from thirteen original colonies; Fifty nifty stars in the flag that billows so beautif'ly in the breeze. Each individual
: If you're ever in a jam, here I am. If you're ever in a mess, S.O.S. If you're so happy, you land in jail. I'm your bail. It's friendship, friendship
: Don't stamp your foot at me, It's impolite To stamp your foot at me Is not quite right. At man's ingratitude A woman winks, But such an attitude just
: I weave with brightly colored strings To keep my mind off other things So, ladies, let your fingers Dance And keep your hands out of romance Lovely
ll live to regret. Let me dance till the restaurant whirls With the girls, girls, girls, girls, girls! When there's wine and there's women and song It