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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


Background information
Birth name Francis Albert Sinatra
Born December 12, 1915
Born place Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Died May 14, 1998
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Years active 1935—1995
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Associated acts Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Website Website



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Frank Sinatra Album


The Voice Of Frank Sinatra (1948)
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You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning 'round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne

You go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two

The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea
Casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself "Get a hold of yourself"
"Can't you see that it never can be?"

You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes

Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head
You go to my head

. . .


There's a somebody
I'm longing to see
I hope that she
Turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over me

I'm a little lamb
Who's lost in the wood
I know I could
Could always be good
To one who'll watch over me

Although I may not be the man
Some girls think of
As handsome
But to her heart
I'll carry the key

Won't you tell her please
To put on some speed
Follow my lead
Oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Won't you tell her please
To put on some speed
Follow my lead
Oh how I need
Someone to watch
Over me

. . .


A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you

A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you

You came, you saw, you conquered me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you

The smile of Turner and the scent of roses
The waiters whistling as the last bar closes
The song that Crosby sings
These foolish things remind me of you

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Why shouldn't I take a chance when romance passes by?
Why shouldn't I know of love?
Why wait around when each age has a sage who has sung
That upon this earth love is all that is really worth thinking of?

It must be fun, lots of fun
To be sure when day is done
That the hour is coming when you'll be kissed
And then you'll be kissed again

All debutantes say it's good
And every star out in far Hollywood
Seems to give it a try
So why shouldn't I?

All debutantes say it's good
And every star out in far Hollywood
Seems to give it a try
So why shouldn't I?

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I don't know why I love you like I do
I don't why, but I do
I don't know why you thrill me like you do
I don't know why, but you do

You never seem to want my romancing
The only time you hold me is when we're dancing

I don't know why I love you like I do
I don't know why, but I do

You never seem to want my romancing
The only time you hold me is when we're dancing

I don't know why I love you like I do
I don't know why, but I do

. . .


In the hustle of the day, we're all inclined to miss
Little things that mean so much
A word, a smile, and a kiss
When a woman loves a man, he's a hero in her eyes
And a hero he can always be if he'll just realize

She may be weary, women do get weary
Wearing the same shabby dress
And when she's weary, try a little tenderness

She may be waiting, just anticipating
Things she may never possess
While she's without them, try a little tenderness

It's not just sentimental, she has her grief and her care
But a word that's soft and gentle makes it easier to bear

You won't regret it, women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it's all so easy, try a little tendernes

. . .


I need your love so badly, I love you oh, so madly
But I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you
I thought at last I had found you but other loves surround you
And I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you

If you'd surrender just for a tender kiss or two
You might discover that I'm the lover meant for you
And I'd be true

But what's the good of scheming? I know I must be dreaming
'Cause I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you

What's the good of scheming? I know I must be dreaming
'Cause I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you

. . .


And when she holds my hand, mmmm, mmmm
And I will understand, mmmm, mmmm.
One kiss afire with one desire,
a heavenly kiss could I resist?
And then I turn the light, mmmm, mmmm.
And then she hold me tight, mmmm, mmmm.
One kiss one fond caress will lead the way to happiness
She takes me to paradise.

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