Testi:
Frank Sinatra

When they begin the beguine, it brings back the sound of music so tender, It brings back a night of tropical splendor, it brings back a memory ever

What is this thing called love This funny thing called love? Just who can solve this mystery. Why should it make a fool of me? So you're there when

The night is young and you're so beautiful, Here among the shadows, beautiful lady, open you heart. The scene is set, the breezes sing of it, Can'

A foggy day, in London town, it had me low, and it had me down I viewed the morning, with much alarm, the British Museum, had lost its charm How long

Heaven, I'm in heaven And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing cheek to

In me, you see a man alone Held by the habit of being on his own A man who listens to the trembling of the trees With sentimental ease In me, you see

Ain't she sweet? See her walking down that street. Yes I ask you very confidentially, ain't she sweet? Ain't she nice? Look her over once or twice. Yes

That certain night, the night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the Ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkley Square

ll say "My, darling, I'm yours" I'll throw away my striped tie and my best-pressed tweed All I really need is the girl [lengthy instrumental while Franks