Nothing But The Best
A tribute to Frank Sinatra
New York?
Witchcraft. L.A. is my lady,
My kind of town.
Autumn leaves, Summer winds
All or nothing at all, for once in my life,
The best is yet to come.
I’m gonna make it all the way,
Mr. Success.
It was a very good year,
Loves been good to me,
More than you know.
All I need is the girl, body and soul.
Call me irresponsible, call me
Faithful.
She says, she’s the right girl for me.
Guess I’ll hang my tears out to dry.
I never knew, how little we know.
I could have dance all night, goin’ out of my
head.
How insensitive.
You brought a new kind of love to me.
The good times, the birth of the blues
Somewhere along the way, something’s got to give.
I see it now.
I’ll never be the same.
I’ve been there.
Life’s a trippy thing,
Like a sad song.
No one ever tells you, that’s life.
Sure thing, these foolish things, this town,
The day after forever.
You forget all the words.
Yesterday’s, forget to remember.
It’s a lovely day tomorrow, take a chance.
Oh! Look at me now.
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