You’d be so easy to love
So easy to idolize, all others above
So worth the yearning for
So worth keeping the home fires burning for
We’d be so grand at the game
So carefree together that it’s
It does seem a shame
That you can’t see your future with me
‘Cause you’d be oh so easy to love
We’d be so grand at the game
So carefree together that
It does seem a shame
That you can’t see your future with me
‘Cause you’d be oh so easy to love
They say that I don’t know love
I say, yes, I do
They say they are counting
Love
I say, I am too
They mark the years with rings
Like a tree, they say
I count on smaller things
Minutes, seconds, days…
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I wait for late afternoon and you
The industrious bunch
Through breakfast and lunch
Parlay a hedge fun hunge
Or two
I wait for late afternoon and you
The Monday sun softly pales
By two
Though the bulk of the clerks
Thinking diligence works
For pension and perks outdo
I wait for late afternoon and you
If we agree to meet at three
The concierge and I will see
The shades are drawn
The staff is skilled
Our lunch prepared
The champagne chilled
And if we skip the duck confit
Your arms and lips will reach
For me
These walls were meant
Never to speak
Of souls content
Within the week
So on this late afternoon
With you
Other salesmen reserve
All the rumors they’ve heard
That this fool may deserve a
A review
And still I wait and I wait for you
I wait for late afternoon an
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
I get a kick out of you?
I get no kick from cocaine
I’m sure if I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrificly too
But I get a kick out of you
I get a kick every time I see you
Standing there before me
I get a kick though it’s clear to me
You obviously don’t adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
But I get a kick out of you
I get a kick every time I see you
Standing there before me
I get a kick though it’s clear to me
You obviously don’t adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
But I get a kick out of you
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting it off my chest
To let ’em rest unexpressed
I hate parading my serenading
As I’ll probably miss a bar
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it’ll tell you how great you are
You’re the top – you’re the Coliseum
You’re the top –
Mmm? you’re the Louvre museum
You’re a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You’re a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet, You’re Mickey Mouse
You’re the Nile – You’re the tower of Pisa
You’re the smile – on the Mona Lisa
I’m a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop
But if baby I’m the bottom, you’re the topYou’re the top, you’re Mahatma Ghandi
You’re the top – you are Napoleon brandy
You’re the purple light of a summer night in Spain
You’re the National Gallery
You’re Garbo’s salary
You’re cellophane
You are sublime, you’re a turkey dinner
You’re the time – the time of the Derby winner
I’m a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop
But if baby I’m the bottom, you’re the top, top
What is it Judy?
Well, umm?You’re the top (I am?) – mmm ?You’re a Waldorf salad
Oh No, no let me say it
You’re the top (me too?) – You’re a Berlin ballad You’re the nimble tread of
The feet of Fred Astaire
(Actually I don’t dance very well)
You’re an O’Neill drama, you’re Whistler’s Mother –
Mama (oh), You’re Camembert
You’re a rose, (mmm. sweet)
You’re Inferno’s Dante
You’re the nose – watch it!I mean
Whatwhatwhawha what- on the great Durante.That’s better
I’m the lazy lout who is just about to storm Let’s not storm
But if baby I’m the bottom
She’s the one for me
And I’ve got ‘im
‘Cause if baby I’m the bottom
You’re the top
It was just one of those things
One of those crazy fling
One of those bells that now and then rings
It was just one of those things
It was just one of those nights
One of those fabulous flights
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings
One of those things
If we had thought a bit
Of the end of it when we started painting the town
We had been aware that our love affair
Was too hot not too cool down
So goodbye, dear and amen
Here’s hoping we’ll meet now and then
It was great fun but it was just one of those things
If we had thought a bit
Of the end of it when we started painting the town
We’d been aware that our love affair
Was too hot not too cool down
So goodbye, dear and amen
Here’s hoping we’ll meet now and then
It was great fun but it was just one of those things
It was just one of those things
Do you think of me like snow
Cool, slippery, and white?
Do you think of me like jazz
As hip, as black, as night?
Do think of me like linen
Summer sheets on which
You sleep?
Do you think of me like ink
Skinny words you want to keep?
Do you think of me like fat
Irresistible as cream
On your lips, on your hips
Like chocolate, like a dream?
Oh, to be the moon!
The diamond you can’t resist
The space between the stars
Do you think of me like this?
Do you think of me like crack
Illegally refined
Sunglasses for your eyes?
Do you think that love is blind?
Do you think of me like salt?
Do you taste me in your tears?
Do you thik of me like oil
Filthy rich, my dear?
I think of you like food
I think of you like wine
I shouldn’t like my fingers
I’m drinking all the time
I think of you like paint
Flesh tones and pink
I think of you like rhyme
So much it makes me think
I’m mad about you
Do you think of me like sand
Warm, southern, and fine?
Take me with you in the dark
In secret, in your mind
Do you think of me like snow
School starting in the fall?
Do you think of me in spring?
Do you think of me at all?
When love comes in and takes you for a spin
Ooh, la, la, la, la, c’est magnifique
When every night your loved one holds you tight
Ooh, la, la, la, c’est magnifique
But when one day your loved one drifts away
Ooh, la, la, la, la, it is so tragique
But when once more she whispers je t’adore
C’est magnifique
When love comes in and takes you for a spin
Ooh, la, la, la, la, c’est magnifique
When every night your loved one holds you tight
Ooh, la, la, la, c’est magnifique
But when one day your loved one drifts away
Ooh, la, la, la, la, it is so tragique
But when once more she whispers je t’adore
C’est magnifique
Get out of town before it’s too late my love
Get out of town be good to me please
Why wish me harm? Why not retire to a farm
And be contented to charm the birds off the trees?
Just disappear, I care for you much too much
And when you’re near close to me dear we touch too much
The thrill when we meet is so bittersweet
That darling it’s getting me down, so on your mark get set get out of town
Just disappear, I care for you much too much
And when you’re near close to me dear we touch too much
The thrill when we meet is so bittersweet
That darling it’s getting me down, so on your mark get set get out of town
Whenever skies look gray to me
And troubles begin to brew
Whenever the winter winds become too strong
I concentrate on you
When fortune cries nay, nay to me
And people declare we’re through
Whenever the blues become my only song
I concentrate on you
On your smile so sweet, so tender
When at first my kiss you decline
Oh, 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 dreams never come true
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
Your smile so sweet, so tender
When at first my kiss you decline
Oh, 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 dreams never come true
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you
I concentrate and concentrate on you
In the still of the night as I gaze out of my window
At the moon in it’s flight my thoughts all stray to you
In the still of the night while the world is in slumber
Oh, the times without number, darling when I say to you
Do you love me as I love you?
Are you my life to be, my dream come true
Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight?
Do you love me as I love you?
Are you my life to be, my dream come true
Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight?
Like the moon growing dim on the rim of the hill
In the chill still of the night
What is this thing called love?
This funny thing called love
Who can solve it’s mystery?
Why should it make a fool of me?
I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and threw it away
That’s why I ask the Lord above
What is this thing called love?
I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and threw it away
That’s why I ask the Lord above
What is this thing called love?
Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today, madam
Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today
She is sorry to be delayed
But last evening down in lover’s lane she strayed, madam
Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today
When she woke up and found that her dream of love was gone, madam
She ran to the man who had lead her so far, far astray
And from under her velvet gown
She drew a gun and shot her lover down, madam
Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today
When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail, madam
When they strung her up on the old willow across the way
The moment before she died
She lifted up her lovely head and cried, madam
Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today
will He kiss her on New Year’s Eve
after the last guests leave
then kiss her again, will He
peek in the mirror while She
knowing He’s watching her tease
stripping the gown with ease
bare as the New Year She
so in love with her is He
slipping into her dreams
rocking her gently to sleep
hale as the dawn is He
so in love with him is She
will it be
an affair
to last
through spring?
Will it be
summer love
to embrace
warm afternoons,
that quicken and chill,
the red harvest moon,
the trhill a first snowfall
can bring?
seasons change will He
after the last guests leave
still kiss her again will He
counting ‘til midnight will She
letting herself believe
loving at first sight We
each with the other will be
so in love next New Year’s Eve
