Music To Watch Girls By
The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
Which is the name of the game, watch a guy watch a dame on any street in town
Up and down and over and across, romance is boss
Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch girls walk with tender loving care
It's keeping track of the pack watching them watching back
That makes the world go around
What's that sound each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by
Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch girls walk with tender loving care
It's keeping track of the pack watching them watching back
That makes the world go around
What's that sound each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by
The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
Spanish Eyes
Blue Spanish eyes teardrops are falling from your Spanish eyes
Please, please don't cry this is just adios and not goodbye
Soon I'll return bringing you all the love your heart can hold
Please say si, si say you and your Spanish eyes will wait for me
Blue Spanish eyes prettiest eyes in all of Mexico
True Spanish eyes please smile at me once more before I go
Soon I'll return bringing you all the love your heart can hold
Please say si si say you and your Spanish eyes will wait for me
Say you and your Spanish eyes will wait for me
Moon River
Moon river, wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style some day
Dream maker, you heart breaker wherever you're going, I'm going your way
Two drifters, off to see the world there's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waiting, round the bend
My Huckleberry Friend, Moon River, and me
How Can I Tell Her It's Over
It hurts me not to want her it hurts to say goodbye
And worse, I know she's gonna cry
She gave so much to me and loved so faithfully
How can I tell her it's over?
How can I say I won't miss her or even shed a tear
I wish that I could disappear
Because any words I choose won't help her take the news
How can I tell her it's over?
Not long ago I had so much to say and today I can't find a way to start
Because I just know that no words can be spoken to keep her heart from being broken
I know she's gonna wonder why it must end this way and though she'll understand someday
Right now she'll feel the pain so help me to explain
How can I tell her it's over how can I tell her it's through?
How can I tell her I'm in love with you?
An Old Piano Plays The Blues
The clock is striking guess it must be two
My baby left me for somebody new
I've been here playing since she said we're through
An old piano plays the blues
The clock is striking guess it must be three
My room is lonely as a room can be
I'm improvising on a memory
An old piano plays the blues
Each evening since we met we were a close duet from dusk until the moon would glow
And though she's gone I find she's hanging around my mind I guess I'm not the kind to do a solo
The clock is striking it can't be four
Perhaps I'd better lock the downstairs door
The one I play for will be here no more
An old piano plays the blues
I guess I'd better lock the door she won't be coming back no more
An old piano plays the blues
In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning
When the sun is high in the afternoon sky you can always find something to do
But from dusk until dawn, as the clock ticks on something happens to you
In the wee small hours of the morning while the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl and never, ever think of counting sheep
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson you'd be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning that's the time you miss her most of all
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