Testi:
Harry Connick

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans And miss her each night and day I know I'm not wrong because the feeling's Getting stronger the longer

There's a few things I haven't told you And before you hear them from someone else To clear up misconceptions I'd rather tell you myself There was a

Imagination is funny It makes a cloudy day sunny It makes a bee think of honey Just like I think of you Imagination is crazy Your whole perspective

I've travelled many a mile And I haven't found a home I've travelled many a mile And one seed's unsown I'll travel another mile 'Til I finally find my

I could while away the hours Conferrin with the flowers Consultin with the rain And my head I'd be scratchin While my thoughts were busy hatchin If I

It's time to admit you love me The flush of your cheek betrays I hear a sigh in your voice Your every word conveys It's time to admit you love me I

Just kiss me And forget all about that other stuff Kiss me Your big red lips, I think, will be enough Don't worry with your lipstick I'm gonna kiss

I live in a tiny closet A lukewarm cold water flat With room for a couple of cinders A mouse, a hole, and a trap I don't worry about the flights Or count

A little bit of me and a whole lot of you Add a dash of starlight and a dozen roses, too Then let it rise for a hundred years or two And that's the recipe