(Yves Montand)
I'm suceptible to stars in the sky.
I'm incurably romantic.
If they're told to me all covered with sighs
The wildest of the lies seem true.
Each time a love bird sings
I have no defenses.
My heart is off on wings
Alone with my senses.
I'm a set-up for the moon when it's bright.
I'm incurably romantic.
And I shouldn't be allowed out at night
With anyone quite like you.
But oh your arms are nice
And it would be awfully nice
If you turned out to be
Starry eyed like me
And incurably romantic too.
(Marilyn Monroe)
Each time a love bird sings
I have no defenses.
My heart is off on wings
Along with my senses.
(Yves Montand)
I'm a set-up for the moon when it's bright.
I'm incurably romantic.
And I shouldn't be allowed out at night
With anyone quite like you.
(Marilyn Monroe)
But oh your arms are nice,
And it would be awfully nice,
(Yves Montand)
If you turned out to be
Starry eyed like me
And incurably romantic too.
(Marilyn Monroe)
I'm suceptible to stars in the skies.
I'm so romantic.
When they're covered with sighs,
The wildest of lies seem true.
Each time a love bird sings
I have no defenses.
My heart is off on wings
Along with my senses.
(Yves Montand)
I'm a set-up for the moon when it's bright.
I'm incurably romantic.
And I shouldn't be allowed out at night
With anyone quite like you.
But oh your arms are nice
And it would be awfully nice
If you turned out to be
Starry eyed like me
And incurably romantic too.
I'm suceptible to stars in the sky.
I'm incurably romantic.
If they're told to me all covered with sighs
The wildest of the lies seem true.
Each time a love bird sings
I have no defenses.
My heart is off on wings
Alone with my senses.
I'm a set-up for the moon when it's bright.
I'm incurably romantic.
And I shouldn't be allowed out at night
With anyone quite like you.
But oh your arms are nice
And it would be awfully nice
If you turned out to be
Starry eyed like me
And incurably romantic too.
(Marilyn Monroe)
Each time a love bird sings
I have no defenses.
My heart is off on wings
Along with my senses.
(Yves Montand)
I'm a set-up for the moon when it's bright.
I'm incurably romantic.
And I shouldn't be allowed out at night
With anyone quite like you.
(Marilyn Monroe)
But oh your arms are nice,
And it would be awfully nice,
(Yves Montand)
If you turned out to be
Starry eyed like me
And incurably romantic too.
(Marilyn Monroe)
I'm suceptible to stars in the skies.
I'm so romantic.
When they're covered with sighs,
The wildest of lies seem true.
Each time a love bird sings
I have no defenses.
My heart is off on wings
Along with my senses.
(Yves Montand)
I'm a set-up for the moon when it's bright.
I'm incurably romantic.
And I shouldn't be allowed out at night
With anyone quite like you.
But oh your arms are nice
And it would be awfully nice
If you turned out to be
Starry eyed like me
And incurably romantic too.