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From the 1949 film "Ladies of the Chorus":
Anyone can see I love you (Allan Roberts)
Anyone can see I love you, anyone can see I care.
The way I hold your hand and smile in your direction
tells the world my heart is filled with nothing but affection.
Hold me in your arms forever,
that's the place I want to be
so anyone can see that I belong to you
and you belong to me.
Every baby needs a da-da-daddy.
It was cold outside of Tiffany's, I was shivering in the storm.
I walked in and asked a gentleman "could I please keep warm?".
He asked me how come a baby doll have no comfy place to go,
so I told that kindly gentleman my tale of ward.
Every baby needs a da-da-daddy to keep her worry-free.
Every baby needs a da-da-daddy, but where's one for me?
I'd sure purr, I don't care who.
If he hasn't got a million then a half will do.
Every baby needs a da-da-daddy.Could my da-daddy be you?
Every baby needs a da-da-daddy with silver in his hair.
Every baby needs a da-da-daddy who has some gold to spare.
Some sweet daddy who enjoys
bringing home to baby little diamond toys.
Every baby needs a da-da-daddy.Could my daddy be you?
Every baby needs a da-da-daddy in case she runs her ground.
Every baby needs a da-da-daddy to keep her safe and sound.
Every baby needs a da-da-daddy,could my daddy be you?
From the 1953 film, "Niagara":
Kiss (Lionel Newman/ Haven Gillespi)
Kiss, kiss me and you will miss me.
Kiss me love with heavenly affection.
Hold, hold me close to you.
Hold, hold me, see me through
with all your heart's protection.
Thrill, thrill me with your charms,
take me in your arms
and make my life perfection.
Kiss, kiss me darling,
then kiss me once again,
make my dreams come true.
Thrill, thrill me (with your charms)
take me, take me (in your arms)
and make my life perfection.
Take me, darling, don't foresake me.
Kiss me, hold me tight,
love me, love me tonight.
From the 1953 film ,"Gentlemen Prefer Blondes":
Two little girls from Little Rock (Jules Styne/Leo Robin)
We're just two little girls from Little Rock.
We lived on the wrong side of the tracks.
But the gentlemen friends who used to call,
they never did seem to mind at all.
They came to the wrong side of the tracks.
Then someone broke my heart in Little Rock,
so I up and left the pieces there.
Like a little lost lamb I roamed about,
I came to New York and I found out
that men are the same way everywhere.
I was young and determined to be wined and dined and ermined
and I worked at it all around the clock.
Now one of these days in my fancy clothes,
I'm going back home and punch the nose
of the one who broke my heart in Little Rock, Little Rock!
I'm just a little girl from Little Rock,
a horse used to be my closest pal.
Though I never did learn to read or write,
I learnt about love in the pale moonlight
and now I'm an educated gal.
I learnt an awful lot in Little Rock,
and here's some advice I'd like to share:
find a gentleman who is shy or bold,
or short or tall, or young or old..
as long as the guy's a millionaire!
For a kid from the wrong street I did very well on Wall Street,
though I never owned a share of stock.
And now that I'm known in the biggest banks,
I'm going back home and give my thanks
to the one who broke my heart in Little Rock!
When love goes wrong (Hoagy Carmichael/ Harold Adamson)
When love goes wrong nothing goes right, this one thing I know.
When love goes wrong a man takes flight and women get a petty hope.
The sun don't beam, the moon don't shine, the tide won't even flow.
A clock won't strike, a match won't light,
when love goes wrong nothing goes right.
The blues all gather 'round you and day is dark as night,
a man ain't fit to live with and a woman's a sorry sight!
A woman's a fright, a terrible sight,
a man goes out, gets high as a kite,
love is something you just can't fight.
You can't fight it, honey, you can't fight it.
When love goes wrong nothing goes right.
It's like we said, you're better off dead when love has lost its glow,
so take this down in black and white:
when love goes wrong nothing goes right.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend (Jules Styne/ Leo Robin)
The French are glad to die for love, they delight in fighting duels.
But I prefer a man who lives and gives expensive jewels!
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but
diamonds are a girl's best friend.
A kiss may be grand, but it won't pay the rental on your humble flat,
nor help you at the automat.
Men grow cold as girls grow old and we all lose our charms in the end.
But square-cut or pear-shaped,
these rocks don't lose their shape:
diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Tiffany's! Cartier! Black star, Frost Gorom,
talk tome Harry Winston, tell me all about it!
There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer but
diamonds are a girl's best friend.
There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer thinks you're awful nice,
but get that ice or else no dice.
He's your guy when stocks are high,
but beware when they start to descend.
It's then that those louses go back to their spouses,
diamonds are a girl's best friend.
I've heard of affaires that are strictly platonic,
but diamonds are a girl's best friend.
And I think affaires that you must keep liaisonic are better bets
if little pets get big bagettes.
Time goes on and youth is gone and you can't straighten up when you bend.
But stiff back or stiff knees you'll stand straight at..Tiffany's!
Diamonds..diamonds.. I don't need rhinestones, but
Diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Bye bye baby (Jules Styne/ Leo Robin)
I'll be in my room alone, every post meridian
and I'll fill my diary and that book my Mr. Gideon.
Bye bye baby, remember you're my baby
when they give you the eye.
And just to show that I care I will write and declare
that I'm on the loose but I stay on the square.
I'll be lonely but even though I'm lonely,
there'll be no other guy.
Though I'll be gone for a while, I know that I'll be smiling
with my baby by and by.
I'll be gloomy but send that rainbow to me,
then my shadows will fly,
though you'll be gone for a while I know that I'll be smiling
with my baby by and by.
Bye bye baby, remember you're my baby
when they give you the eye,
and though I know that you care won't you write and declare
that though on the loose you are still on the square.
I'll be gloomy but send that rainbow to me,
then my shadows can fly.
Though I'll be gone for a while I know that I'll be smiling
with my baby by and by,
with my wonderful baby by and by.
She acts like a woman should (Ed. Scott)
If I know just what to say when some trouble heads his way
and can make him feel that everything is good,
then I act like a woman and he likes a woman
to act like a woman should.
If he's late and I'm alone and he doesn't telephone
and the kiss that greets him says "I understood",
then I act like a woman and he likes a woman
to act like a woman should.
And if I keep that lovelight shining in my eyes
though I'm hurt by something he may say,
it doesn't take him very long to realize
that it's more than just devotion that makes me act that way.
And as years go passing by, if I still can catch his eye
and his love runs deeper than he thought it could,
then I act like a woman and he's got
a woman who acts like a woman should.
From the 1954 film, "River of no Return":
River of no return ( Jules Styne/Leo Robin)
If you listen you can hear it call.(Wailaree).
There is a river called the river of no return,
sometimes it's peaceful and sometimes wild and free.
Love is a traveller on the river of no return,
swept on forever to be lost in the stormy sea.(Wailaree).
I can hear the river call (no return, no return).
I can hear my lover call ,"come to me".
I lost my love on the river,
and forever my heart will yearn.
Gone, gone forever,
down the river of no return.
Wailaree,wailaree..
You never return to me.
I'm gonna file my claim ( Ken Darby/ Lionel Newman)
I've looked around the country and I've seen it all
and what I want I'm ready to name.
It's big and strong and handsome and it's 6 feet tall.
I'm gonna file my claim.
I've struck a real bonanza and he's rough and rush,
but what he's got I'm ready to tame.
He's worth a fancy fortune but it's not in cash,
I'm gonna file my claim!
I got the fever,ooh, the fever, but not for gold in the ground.
I want to tackle to something vital that I can throw my fences around.
A girl should never hustle with a pick and pan to dig for gold,
that isn't her game.
I'll find the man who found it then I'll get that man,
who's gonna help me file my claim?
I'm gonna file my claim.
Ooh, looking for nuggets? Ooh, mush!
A, B, C, D, who's gonna file me under love?
There ain't a man, not a single man!
There ain't a man alive who wouldn't trade his gold
for what it takes to stay in the game.
So have you fun and spend before you get too old.
Who's gonna help me file my claim?
Who's gonna help me, help, help me,
who's gonna help me file my claim..tonight.
One silver dollar ( Ken Darby/ Lionel Newman)
One silver dollar, bright silver dollar,
changing hands, changing hands.
Endlessly rollin', wasted or stolen,
changing hands, changing hands.
Spent for a beer he's drinking,
won by a gambler's lust,
pierced by an outlaw's bullet
and rusted in the blood red dust.
One silver dollar, worn silver dollar,
changing hands, changing hands,
love is a shining dollar,
bright as a Church bell's chime
gambled and spent and wasted,
and lost in a dart of time.
One silver dollar, worn silver dollar,
changing hearts, changing lives,
changing hands.
Down in the meadow ( Ken Darby/ Lionel Newman)
When Mr South Wind sighs in the pines,
old Mr Winter whimpers and whines.
Down in the meadow, under the snow,
April is teaching green things to grow.
When Mr West Wind howls in a glen,
old Mr Summer nods in the shade.
Down in the meadow, deep in the brook,
catfish are waiting for the hook.
Old Lady Blackbird flirts with the scarecrow,
scarecrow is waving at the moon.
Old Mr Moon makes hearts everywhere go bump, bump,
with the magic of June.
When Mr East Wind shouts over head,
then all the leaves turn yellow and red.
Down in the meadow corn stocks are high
pumpkins are ripe and ready for pie.
Old Lady Blackbird flirts with the scarecrow,
scarecrow's waving at the Moon.
Old Mr Moon makes hearts everywhere go bump-bump
with the magic of June.
When Mr North Wind rolls on the breeze,
old father Christmas trims over trees.
Down in the meadow snow shoftly gleams
earth goes to sleep and smiles in her dreams.
From the 1954 film, "There's no business like show business":
After you get what you want, you don't want it (Irving Berlin)
After you get what you want you don't want it.
If I gave you the moon, you'd grow tired of it soon.
You're like a baby, you want what you want when you want it.
But after you are presented with what you want, you're discontented.
You're always wishing and wanting for something
when you get what you want, you don't want what you get,
and though I sit upon your knee, you'll grow tired of me,
'cause after you get what you want,
you don't want what you wanted at all.
Changeable, you've got a changeable nature,
always always changing your mind.
There's a longing in your eye hard to satisfy,
and here's the reason why:
'cause after you get what you want you don't want it,
baby I don't mean to make you blue but you need a talking to,
'cause after you get what you want,
you don't want what you wanted at all.
I know you!
Heatwave (Irving Berlin)
Oh!We're having a heatwave, a tropical heatwave.
The temperature's rising, it isn't surprising,
she certainly can can-can.
She started a heatwave by letting her seat wave,
in such a way that the customers say
that she certainly can can-can.
Gee,gee! Her anatomy makes the mercury rise to 93!
Having a heatwave, a tropical heatwave, the way that she moves,
that thermometer grooves that she certainly can...
(What's your name honey?Pablo).Certainly can..
(Chico, Miguelito,Pablo, Chico, Miguelito)..oh, can-can.
Pablo, it's saying here in the weather report,
it's saying a fairly warm air is moving in from..(Where?) Jamaica.
Moderately high air pressure will cover the NE and.. (where else?)
The Deep South. Small danger of (what?) Fruit frost!
Hot and humid nights can be expected.
Vincent 95, Guadeloupe 97, Santo Domingo 99.Pardon me? 105?
We're having a heatwave,a tropical heatwave,
the temperature's rising, it isn't surprising,
I certainly can can-can.
I started this heatwave in such a way
that the customers say that I certainly can
can-can.The man who need makes the mercury rise to 93.
We're having a heatwave, a tropical, a tropical heatwave
the way that I move, that thermometer grooves.
(She certainly certainly certainly can)
I certainly certainly certainly can can-can.
Lazy(Irving Berlin)
Hello! (here we go!)
No sorry,not tonight (that was quick!).
Shhh! Yes? (Jim?Jack?Jeffrey?)
No,it's just that I'm languid.(Well,how do you do?It's nice to know ya).
Physically I'm in pretty good shape (brother,you could say that again!0
It's my attitude that's passive,
you know you're the only one I love (that's all, he's hooked).
Bye now (bye now)
Hello (where are we again?)
No sorry,not tonight (she's languid).
Shhh!Quiet! (Bill,Bobby,Bruce?)
No,it's just that I'm supine (that's avoided-I know).
Physically I'm in pretty good shape (see?she did say it again).
But mentally I'm comatose (quick boy,the dictionary!)
You know you're the only one I love! (new fish,say more)
Bye now (bye now).
She won't get up,she won't go out,baby, what's it all about?
Why,why,why,why,why?!
Well,in simple english I'm lazy,I wanna be mazy,
I long to be out in the sun with nowhere to be.
Down under that onion they call the sky,
stretching and yawning and let the world go drifting by,
I wouldn't peep through the dim tangled wildwood,counting sheep,
'till I sleep like a child would,
without great big valleys full of books to read, where it's peaceful.
Well,I'm curled and I'm being lazy.
Wrong number,wrong number..
Oh Sam,you're sweet!
Without great big valleys full of books to read,where it's peaceful.
Well, I'm curled and I'm being lazy!
From the 1956 film, "Bus stop":
That old black magic (J.Mercier/H.Arlen)
That old black magic has me in its spell,
that old black magic that you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine,
the same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine,
the same old tingle that I feel inside,
and then that elevator starts its ride,
and, baby, down and down I go,
round and round I go,
like a leaf that's caught in a tide.
I shoud stay away but what can I do?
A hear your name and I'm a flame,
a flame with such a burning desire,
that only your kiss can put out the fire,
for you're the lover that I have waited for,
the mate that Fate has created me for.
And every time your lips meet mine, darling,
down and down I go,
round and round I go,
I'm in a spin, loving the spin I'm in,
under that old black magic called love!
From the 1959 film, "Some like it hot":
Some Like it hot (M.Malneck/I.A.L.Diamond)
I got a fever inflammation, that's what I got.
You turn the heat on me,
some like it hot!
Look what you started, a conflagration,
baby, that's what.
Don't let the flame go out,
some like it hot!
Ooh, baby, I'm from that old school,
I play it real cool,
but when you kiss me I'm all lit up,
like a barrel on fire.
Call out the engine, ring up the station,
I'm on the spot.
Love burns you off the most, like it or not,
but, baby, I like it hot!
I'm through with love (G.Kuhn/M.Malneck/F.Livingstone)
I'm through with love, I'll never fall again.
Said adieu to love, don't ever call again,
for I must have you or noone, and so I'm through with love.
I've locked my heart, I'll keep my feelings there,
I've stocked my heart with
icy, frigid air, and I mean to care for noone
because I'm through with love.
Why did you lead me to think you could care?
You didn't need me, you had your share of slaves around you
to hound you and swear
with deep emotion, devotion to you.
Goodbye to spring and all it meant to me,
it can never bring the thing that used to be,
for I must have you or noone, and so I'm through with love.
I wanna be loved by you (K.Kalmar/H.Rubby/H.Stothart)
I wanna be loved by you, just you, nobody else but you.
I wanna be loved by you alone, poo-poo-bee-doo!
I wanna be kissed by you, just you, nobody else but you,
I wanna be kissed bu you alone.
I couldn't aspire to anything higher
than to feel the desire to make you my own.
I wanna be loved by you, just you,
nobody else but you,
I wanna be loved by you alone.
I couldn't aspire to anything higher,
than to feel the desire ro make you my own
para,para pa boo bee da pooh!
I wanna be loved by you, just you,
nobody else but you!
I wanna be loved by you,
deedle dee dedle dee deedle de da,poo poo bee do!
Running Wild (Joe Gray/Leo Worth)
Running wild, lost control.
Running wild, mighty bold.
Feeling gay, reckless too,
carefree mind all the time, never blue.
Always going, don't know where,
always showing..I don't care!
Don't love nobody, it's not worthwhile.
All alone, running wild!
From the film 1960 film, "Let's make love":
My heart belongs to daddy (Cole Porter)
My name is Lolita and I'm not supposed to play..with boys! What? Mon coeur est a papa. You know, le proprietaire. No!
While tearing off a game of golf,
I may make a play for the caddy,
but when I do, I don't follow through
'cause my heart belongs to daddy.
If I invite a boy some night to dine on my fine finnan haddie,
I just adore his asking for more, but,
my heart belongs to daddy.
Yes, my heart belongs to daddy, so I simply couldn't be bad.
Yes my heart belongs to daddy.
So I want to warn you laddie,
though I know that you're perfectly swell,
that my heart belongs to daddy cause my daddy he treats it so..
While tearing off a game of golf,
I may make a play for the caddy,
but when I do, I don't follow through,ooh, daddy.
I f I invite a boy some night to cook up a fine enchilada,
though spanish rice is all very nice..
my heart belongs to my daddy so I simply couldn't be bad.
So, I want to warn you laddie,
though I know that you're perfectly swell,
that my heart belongs to my daddy
'cause my daddy he treats it..so..
That little old man he just treats it so good!
Let's make love(S.Cahn/J.V.Hensen/R.Rouzanel)
(All the gentle lot of conversation is deader than the dead sea scrolls.
We've become the mutest kind of nation, we're uncommunicating souls.
Noone talks,noone talks! It's something we seldom ever do.
Noone talks,noone talks.)
Noone talks but you.
(Here we sit and we chatter. What are we thinking of?
Let's not make with the patter.Baby,let's make love).
If you roar like a lion,I could coo like a dove!
No,don't turn TV on,instead just turn me on.
I'll light up like neon.Just a tiny section of your affection
in my direction will do.
(You'll just love my embraces 'cause they'll fit like a glove.
We'll be off to the races.Maybe..)
Kiss me baby,let's make love.
Don't just contemplate me, prove that you don't hate me.
Come on,ask you, late me..
(Maybe moonlight works with me,come to groups with me,
lips to lips with me,do.You'll just love my embraces
cause they'll fit like a glove.
We could get down to cases,maybe..)
Kiss me baby,let's make love.
Incurably romantic (S. Cahn/ J.V. Heusen)
I'm susceptible to stars in the skies,
I'm incurably romantic,
if they're told to me all covered with sighs,
the wildest of lies seems true.
Each time a lovebird sings,
I have no defenses,
my heart is off on wings
along with my senses.
I'm a set-up for the moon when it's bright,
I'm incurably romantic.
And I shouldn't be allowed out at night,
with anyone quite like you.
But, oh! Your arms are nice,
and it would be awfully nice
if you turned out to be starry-eyed like me,
and incredibly romantic too.
(Other songs:)
You'd be surprised (Irving Berlin)
He's not so good in a crowd but when you get him alone,
you'd be surprised.
He isn't much at a dance but then when he takes you home,
you'd be surprised.
He doesn't look like much of a lover,
don't judge a book by its cover,
'cause he's got the face of an angel but
there's a devil in his eye!
He's such a delicate thing but when he's starting to squeeze,
you'd be surprised.
He doesn't look very strong but when you sit on his knee,
you'd be surprised.
At a party or at a ball,
I've got to admit he's nothing at all,
but in a Morris chair, you'd be surprised.
He doesn't say very much but when he's starting to speak,
you'd be surprised.
He's not so good at the start but at the end of the week,
you'd be surprised.
On a streetcar or in a train,
you'd think he was born without any brains.
But in a taxi cab, and when he starts to grab,
I say in a taxi cab, you'd be surprised.
This one's a real danger!
Do it again (Gershwin/ De Silva)
Ooh, do it again. I may say no, no, no, no,
but do it again.
My lips just ache to have you take the kiss that's waiting for you.
You know if you do, you won't regret it. Come and get it!
Oh, noone is near. I may cry, oh oh,
bu noone will hear.
Mamma may scold me 'cause she's told me it is naughty..but then,
oh do it again, please, do it again!
A fine romance ( Kem/ Fields)
A fine romance my good fellow.
You take romance, I'll take jello.
You' re calmer than the seals in the Arctic Ocean,
at least they flap their fins to express emotion.
A fine romance with no quarells,
with no insults and all morals,
I've never mussed the crease in your blue serge pants,
I never get the chance; this is a fine romance!
A fine romance with no kisses,
a fine romance my friends this is,
to lack half the thrills that a healthy crime has,
we don't have half the thrills that the march of time has.
A fine romance with no clinches,
a fine romance with no flinches,
you're just as hard to land as the Ile de France,
I haven't got a chance.
My heart isn't made of plastic, you're the reason I'm sarcastic; 'cause this is a fine fine romance!
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