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Stewart Rod Fly Me To The Moon The Great American Songbook

That old black magic has me in its spell That old black magic that you weave so well Icy fingers up and down my spine That same old witchcraft when your

beyond the moon I know beyond a doubt My heart will leave me there soon, yeah. I know beyond a doubt My heart will leave me there soon, yeah. We'll

string around my finger What a world, what a life, I'm in love I got a song that I sing And I can make the rain go Any time I move my finger Lucky me

rain To every word of love I heard you whisper (I heard you whisper) The raindrops seem to play a sweet refrain Though spring is here, to me it's still

I get no kick from Champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick out of you? I get no kick from

world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbow's end Waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend Moon River and me Two drifters

The night is like a lovely tune Beware, my foolish heart How wise the ever constant moon Take care, my foolish heart There's a line between love and

you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine, oh mine. What a difference a day makes There's a rainbow before me Skies above

: I get no kick from Champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick out of you ? I get no kick from