I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life From jazz
I used to visit the very gay places Those come what may places Where one relaxes on the axis Of the wheel of life To get the feel of life From jazz and
living for, all I dream is you. This night no other breath will go with mine; I can?t go on ?cause my soul cries for your absence, lush me to your life
(P. James and K. Swift) I thought I found the man of my dreams Now it seems This is how the story ends He's going to turn me down And say "can't we
(Frederick Hollander & Sammy Lerner) Falling in love again Never wanted to What am I to do Can't help it Love's always been my game Play it how I may
(J. Herron, F. Sinatra, J. Wolf) I'm a fool to want you I'm a fool to want you To want a love that can't be true A love that's there for others too
(Lorenz Hart and Richard Rodgers) I don't care if there's powder on my nose I don't care if my hair-do is in place I've lost the very meaning of repose
I used to visit all the very gay places Those come what may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life from jazz
(Fred Ahlert and Roy Turk) Sweetheart I love you Think the world of you But I'm afraid you don't care for me You never show it Don't let me know it
(Sam Coslow and Arthur Johnston) My old flame I can't even think of his name But it's funny now and then How my thoughts go flashing back again To my
(Hoagy Carmichael and Johnny Mercer) Skylark Have you anything to say to me Won't you tell me where my love can be Is there a meadow in the mist Where
(D. Ellington, I. Mills, M. Parrish) They say into your early life romance came And in this heart of yours burned a flame A flame that flickered one
(Edward Heyman and Victor Young) When I fall in love It will be forever Or I'll never fall in love In a restless world like this is Love is ended before
The evening shadows bring What lonely hours With memories lingering Like faded flowers Life can't mean anything When your lover has gone Like faded flowers Life
(Lorenz Hart and Richard Rodgers) I'm a sentimental sap that's all What's the use of trying not to fall I have no will, you made your kill 'Cause you
places Those come-what-may places I used to visit all the very gay places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life
the very gay places Those come what may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life... From jazz and cocktails.
