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Be hold the way our fine feathered friend
His virtue doth parade
Thou knowest not my dim witted friend
The picture thou hast made
Thy vacant brow and thy tousled hair
Conceal thy good intent
Thou noble upright, truthful, sincere
And slightly dopey gent
You're my funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of art
Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is valentine's day!
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It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me
Oh no, it's just the nearness of you
Isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation,
Oh no, it's just the nearness of you
When I'm in your arms
And I feel you so close to me
All my wondrous dreams come true
I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night
The nearness of you
I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night
The nearness of you
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When sunny gets blue
When sunny gets blue,
Her eyes get grey and cloudy,
Then the rain begins to fall.
Pitter, patter, pitter patter,
Love has gone so what can matter?
No sweet lover man comes to call
When sunny gets blue
She breathes the sigh of sadness
Like the wind that stirs the trees
Wind that sets the leaves to swaying
Like some violins are playing
Weird and haunting melodies
People used to love to hear her laugh, see her smile
That's how she got a name
Since that sad affair
She lost her smile, changed her style
Somehow she's not the same
Memories will fade
And pretty dreams will rise
Up where her other dreams fell through
Hurry new love, hurry dear
To kiss away each lonely tear
And hold me dear
'cause sunny is blue . ..
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I must try to make the man love me
Make the man love me now
By and by I will make the man happy
I know how
He must sea how badly I want him
Want him just as he is
And may I say that sure the man ask me
I'll be his
Can I tel1 the man
Just how dearly blessed we would be
Aii the beauty I see so clearly
Oh why can't he?
So I pray to heaven above me
Pray until day grows dim
For I wait to make the man love me
As I love him
For I wait to make the make love me
As I love him...
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I don't know why, but I'm feeling so sad
I long to try something I've never had
Never had no kissing
Ooh, what I've been missing
Lover man, oh, where can you be?
The night is cold, and I'm all so alone
I'd give my soul, just to call him my own
Got the moon above me, but no one to love me...
Lover man, oh, where can you be?
I've hear it's said that the thrill of romance can't be
Like the heavenly dream
I go to bed with the prayer
That you'll take my love to me
Strange as it may seem
Some day we'll meet
And you'll dry all my tears
And whisper sweet
Little things in my ears
Hugging and then kissing
Hum, what I've been missing
Lover man oh where can you be?
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Whether you are here or yonder
Whether you are false or true
Whether you remain or wander
I'm growing fonder of you
Even though your friends forsake you
Even though you don't succeed
Wouldn't I be glad to take you
Give you the break you need
More than you know
More than you know
Man of my heart, I love you so
Lately I find
You're on my mind
More than you know
Whether you're right, whether you're wrong
Man of my heart, I'll string along
You need you so
More than you'll ever know
Loving you the way that I do
There's nothing I can do about it
Loving may be all you can give
But honey, I can't live without it
Oh how I'd cry, oh how I'd cry
If you got tired, and said goodbye
More than I'd show
More than you'd ever know.
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I'll know
I'll know when my love comes along
I'll know then and there...
[speaking] and I remember sitting in the theater with my hormones raging, and my "mellowroll" melting all over me and i, I felt
This...ah...i don't know how to call it...mmm... chemistry...
M.brando
Yeah, chemistry!
Suddenly I'll know...
Barbra
Hello, gorgeous!
M.brando
When my love comes along
Barbra
Is he something or what?
M.brando
I'll know...
Barbra
Oh, my god!
M.brando
Then and there...
Barbra
Here I am...
M.brando
I'll know...
Barbra
On the aisle...
M.brando
At the sight of her face...
Barbra
My face?
Both
How I care, how I care, how I care...
Barbra
Who wouldn't care?
M.brando
And I'll stop...
Barbra
Don't stop!
M.brando
And I'll stare
Barbra
Well you could stare!
M.brando
And I'll know...
Barbra
I knew from the moment I saw you
M.brando
Long before we can speak! I'll know
Barbra
Yes'i knew
M.brando
In my heart...
Barbra
In my heart...
M.brando
I'll know...
Barbra
Take me now!
Both
And I won't ever ask, "am I right? ",
"am I wise? ", "am I smart? "
M.brando
But I'll stop!
Barbra
Could you faint?
M.brando
And I'll stare
Barbra
From that smile...
M.brando
At that face...
Barbra
That face...
Both
In the throng!
Barbra
Oy!
M.brando
Yes, I'll know...
Barbra
Yes, I'll know...
M.brando
When my love...
Barbra
When my love...
Both
Comes along...
Barbra
[speaking]oh, I was so jealous of jean simmons. I mean that she got to have him fall in love with her, and she got to kiss him and everything! I fell in love with you marlon, right then and ther
The loew's kings theater, in flatbush! anyway, a year later, when I was fourteen, I crossed the brooklyn bridge to manhattan, and saw my first broadway show, "the diary of anne frank"
Oved it but I couldn't afford to see many shows, so when I was fifteen I became an usher. and it was a great deal! you got paid four dollars and fifteen cents a show, and got to see it for free.
Then, when I was twenty-one, I actually had a show of my own, "funny girl". the composer is here tonight, julie styne. hi, dear julie! isn't that lovely? such a great score! I love you
There's a song from that show that each time I sing, takes on a different meaning for me. and I've been thinking, this has been a year filled with natural disasters, and it's amazing how in tim
Catastrophes people do come together, forget the
Ir differences and help one another. but do we always need a catastrophe to remind us that we're all just...
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Time and again i¡®ve longed for adventure
Something tn make my heart beat the faster
What did I long for I never really knew
Finding your love I found my adventure
Touching your hand my heart beats the faster
All that I want in all of this world
As 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 I've known are what you are
Someday my happy arms will hold
And someday I'll know that moment divine
When all the things you are, are mine...
Dah-dah-dah...
Someday my happy arms will hold
And someday I'll know that moment divine
When all the things you are, are mine...
Too-too-mmm-dah-dah-dah...
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The moment I sew him smile
I knew he was just my style
My only regret is we've never met
For I dream of him all the while
But he doesn't know I exist
No matter how I may persist
So it's clear to see
There's no hope for me
Though I iive at 5135,
Kinsington avenue
And he lives at 5133...
How can I ignore the bay next door
I love him more than I can say
Doesn't try to please me
Doesn't even tease me
And he never seize the glance his way
And though 1'm heart-soured
The little boy next door
Affection for me won't display
I just adore
So I can't ignore him
The boy next door...
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You have dreams if you act
They will come true
Would you turn your dreams to a fact
It' s up to you
If you have the soul and the spirit
Never fear it you'll see it through
Hearts can inspire other hearts with their fire
For the strong obey
When a strong man shows them the way
Give me some men
Who are stout-hearted men
Who will fight for the right they adore
Start me with ten
Who are stout-hearted men
And I'll soon give you ten thousand more
Shoulder to shoulder
And bolder and bolder
They grow as they go to the fore
Then there's nothing in the world
Can stall or halt plan
When stout-hearted men
Can stick together man to man
When stout-hearted men
Can stick together man to man...
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