Texty: Billie Holiday. These 'n' That 'n' Those.

These are nights below
And that's the moon above
And those are eyes that say, "You're mine"
Why can't we combine these an' that an' those?

These are moments rare
And that's a comfy chair
And those are lips that should be kissed
How can we resist these an' that an' those?

Holding conversation, there's no recreation
And we have so much more to do
I'd be disrespectful if I were neglectful
Of all that nature gave to you

These two hearts are bold
And that's a hand to hold
And those two arms have room to spare
Where we both can share these an' that an' those