Ella Fitzgerald - I love Paris

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Every time i look down on this timeless town,
Whether blue or gray be her skies,
Whether loud be her cheers, or whether soft be her tears,
More and more do I realize that...

I love Paris in the spring time
I love Paris in the fall
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles
I
love Paris in the winter when it drizzles

I love Paris every moment
Every moment of the year
I love
Paris, why oh why do I love Paris
Because my love is here

Inne utwory

  • Drop me off in harlem
  • A foggy day
  • Misty
  • Do i love you
  • My shining hour
  • Just another rhumba
  • The man that got away
  • Comes love
  • My romance
  • Now it can be told
  • Satin doll
  • All too soon
  • Good morning blues
  • My reverie
  • Losowe utwory

    Suspicion

    So many times
    I ve asked myself the question
    Hiding in plain sight
    Is your love another self-propeller perception
    Burning in my mind
    You don t know where I ve been
    I count too many sins
    To play de sad charade

    Jump

    There is no reason to be far apart
    We should be two sides of one beating heart,
    So don t be scared to let me love you,
    We re standing on the edge of something else,
    Just count to ten and let go of yourself,

    Za intro

    Hi, have you ever wondered what it would be like to listen to some music?
    Well this is your big chance.
    You see, music is much like a brochetted butterfly, with a shadowy prominade of effervescence, yet sloos down the bottom of misty moutains of darkness.
    Like a flirtatious flounder upon a non-reflecting...

    More like diamonds

    She walked by me real slow
    Said I m on there she goes
    She s so sexy, she knows
    So I said
    Hello, hello
    She said (???)
    So I said come to my dream
    She said, sounds good to me
    So I said
    Let s go, let s go

    Now that she sees me
    Feels like I m dreaming
    Although my heart...

    On my bones

    What these years have brought me
    What these years have taught me
    Heartache and fame
    A chance to change
    A Hope to be stronger
    That beauty can smolder
    A stage and a curtain
    That nothing s for certain
    Oh these years have...

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