Just thought I'd stop by and drop a message. I've got to agree with you 100% -- sometimes all you need is a little Sinatra. If you're in the mood to sort of 'escape' from life, so to speak, I'd recommend "Come Fly With Me".
Come fly with me, let's fly let's fly away If you can use, some exotic booze There's a bar in far Bombay Come fly with me, we'll fly we'll fly away.
The summer wind, came blowin' in - from across the sea It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me All summer long, we sang a song - and strolled on golden sand Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights - went flyin' by The world was new, beneath a blue - umbrella sky Then softer than, a piper man - one day it called to you And I lost you, to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter wind - have come and gone And still the days, those lonely days - go on and on And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never end My fickle friend, the summer wind
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight She loves the theater, but doesn't come late She'd never bother, with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls That's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, but it's o'k She hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads That's why the lady is a tramp
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Just thought I'd stop by and drop a message. I've got to agree with you 100% -- sometimes all you need is a little Sinatra. If you're in the mood to sort of 'escape' from life, so to speak, I'd recommend "Come Fly With Me".
Come fly with me, let's fly let's fly away
If you can use, some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, we'll fly we'll fly away.
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The summer wind, came blowin' in - from across the sea
It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song - and strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights - went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue - umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man - one day it called to you
And I lost you, to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter wind - have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days - go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind
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She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's o'k
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp
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Walk This My Way ( ... )
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I could give you a few choruses ;)
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