Strangers In The Night

Frank Sinatra –  Strangers In The Night

strangers in the night, exchanging glances
wond’ring in the night, what were the chances
we’d be sharing love, before the night was through
something in your eyes, was so inviting,
something in your smile, was so exciting,
something in my heart, told me I must have you

strangers in the night, two lonely people
we were strangers in the night
up to the moment, when we said our first hello
little did we know, love was just a glance away,
a warm embracing dance away,

and ever since that night, we’ve been together
lovers at first sight, in love forever
it turned out so right, for strangers in the night

love was just a glance away, a warm embracing dance away –
ever since that night, we’ve been together
lovers at first sight, in love forever
it turned out so right, for strangers in the night

dody doby do,
do doo de da
da da da da ya

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Something Stupid

“Somethin’ Stupid” is a song written by C. Carson Parks and originally recorded in 1966 by Parks and his wife Gail Foote, as “Carson and Gaile”. It is best known in the hit version by Frank Sinatra and his daughter, Nancy Sinatra. Their rendition was recorded on February 1, 1967. Al Casey played guitar on the recording. The song spent four weeks at #1 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart and nine weeks atop the adult contemporary chart, becoming Mr. Sinatra’s second gold single as certified by the RIAA and Ms. Sinatra’s third. It was the first and only instance of a father-daughter number-one song in America. The single also reached #1 on the UK Singles Chart the same year. – Source: Wikipedia.

I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there’s a chance
You won’t be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: “I love you”
I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies
You heard the night before
And though it’s just a line to you, for me it’s true
It never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I’ll wait until the evening gets late
And I’m alone with you
The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red
And oh the night’s so blue
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: “I love you”

The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red
And oh the night’s so blue
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: “I love you”
(“I love you, I love you,…”)

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My Way

“Comme d’Habitude” is a 1968 French hit melody composed by Claude François and Jacques Revaux of which the lyrics were written by Claude François and Gilles Thibaut. Based on this melody, with new lyrics and not a translation, Paul Anka wrote “My Way” in English and Frank Sinatra recorded it in 1969. Since, then it has become as popular as a national anthem in several countries and many singers have sung it.

And now, the end is near

And so I face, the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain

I’ve lived, a life that’s full
I’ve traveled each, and ev’ry highway
And more, much more than this
I did it, my way

Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did, what I had to do
And saw it through, without exemption

I planned, each charted course
Each careful step, along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it, my way

Yes there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off, more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up, and spit it out, I faced it all
And I stood tall, and did it my way

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all, so amusing

To think, I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no not me
I did it, my way

For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things, he truly feels
And not the words, of one who kneels
The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way

Yes it was my way

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