Nobody Wants To Phone Me, Even Collect.

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.

I've Got You Deep In The Heart Of Me.

Brush Up Your Shakespeare, Start Quoting Him Now, Brush Up Your Shakespeare And The Women You Will Wow.

My Sole Inspiration Is A Telephone Call From A Director.

Oh, Give Me Land, Lots Of Land Under Starry Skies Above. Don't Fence Me In. Let Me Ride Through The Wide Open Country That I Love Don't Fence Me In Let Me Be By Myself In The Evenin' Breeze And Listen To The Murmur Of The Cottonwood Trees Send Me Off Forever But I Ask You Please Don't Fence Me In