melody Sing it back to me (Sing it) Bring it back (Sing it) Sing it back (Sing it) Bring it back Sing it back to me (Sing it, sing it, sing it) (Sing
if you sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing For the love you bring won't mean a thing Unless you sing, sing, sing, sing, sign Ohh baby sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
believing heart Hark! The herald angels sing Glory to the new born king Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled Hark! The herald angels sing
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So the air is getting colder and the news keeps us scared I still wrestle this summer from the bones of our tired and blistered hands 'Cause tonight
The minute you walked in the joint I could see you were a man of distinction A real big spender, good lookin', so refined Hey, wouldn't you like to know
Well alright, okay, you win I'm in love with you Well alright, okay, you win Baby, what can I do? I'll do anything you say It's just got to be that way
Never know how much I love you You never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear You give me fever
Someday we'll build a home On a hilltop high, you and I Shiny and new, a cottage that two can fill And we'll be pleased to be called The folks who live
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you candy Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you Apple and plum and apricot-a too, eh Come on-
It seem like happiness is just a thing called Joe He's got a smile that makes the lilacs want to grow He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh
He's a tramp but they love him Breaks a new heart every day He's a tramp, they adore him And I only hope he'll stay that way He's a tramp, he's a scoundrel
here with you I love the sea, I love the shore I love the rocks and what is more You and they never be a bore 'Cause I love being here with you Singing
Lately when I_m in my room all by myself, in this solitary gloom I call to myself: Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes, love never made a fool
I'm singing Broadway and I love it I'm singing Broadway and I'm proud You can keep your Springsteen Shove your Chaka I really don't care for that kind
Sue wants a barbeque, Sam wants to boil a ham Grace votes for bouillabaisse stew Jake wants a weenie bake, steak and a layer cake He'll get a tummy ache
I can wash forty four pairs of socks And have 'em hanging out on the line I can starch and iron two dozen shirts 'Fore you can count from one to nine