Can't help lovin' dat man
Do I love you because you're beautiful?
Do nothin' till you hear from me
East of the sun (and West of the moon)
Ev'ry time we say goodbye
How are things in Glocca Morra
I can't get started with you
I left my heart in San Francisco
I've grown accoustomed to her face
In the still of the night
In the wee small hours of the morning
It might as well be spring
Nevertheless (I'm in love with you)
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square