Most Gentlemen Don't Like Love, They Just

Every Time I Look Down On This Timeless Town Whether Blue Or Gray Be Her Skies. Whether Loud Be Her Cheers Or Soft Be Her Tears, More And More Do I Realize: I Love Paris In The Springtime. I Love Paris In The Fall. I Love Paris In The Winter When It Drizzles, I Love Paris In The Summer When It Sizzles. I Love Paris Every Moment, Every Moment Of The Year. I Love Paris, Why, Oh Why Do I Love Paris? Because My Love Is Near.

Something That Simply Mystifies Me.

He May Have Hair Upon His Chest But, Sister, So Has Lassie.

What Moments Divine , What Rapture Serene.

Be Like The Bluebird Who Never Is Blue, For He Knows From His Upbringing What Singing Can Do