I’ve got you under my skinI’ve got you deep in the heart of meSo deep in my heart that you’re really a part of meI’ve got you under my skin.I try so not to give inI say to myself this affair, it never will go so wellBut why should I try to resist when baby, I know damn wellThat I’ve got you under my skin.ChorusI`d sacrafice anything come what mightFor the sake of having you near, In spite of a warning voice that comes in the nightIt repeats, repeats in my earDon’t you know you fool, you never can winUse your mentality, wake up to reality”And each time I do, just the thought of youMakes me stop before I begin,Because I’ve got you under my skin.big-band instrumental breakChorusI would sacrafice anything come what mightFor the sake of having you near, In spite of a warning voice that comes in the nightIt repeats, how it yells in my earDon’t you know you fool, ain`t no chance to winWhy not use your mentality, get up, wake up to reality”And each time I do, just the thought of youMakes me stop just before I begin,Because I’ve got you under my skin.And I like you under my skin.
Baixar Mais Tocadas: ouvir Frank Sinatra
I’m singin’ in the rain / Just singin’ in the rain / What a glorious feeling / I’m happy again
Pennies in a stream / Falling leaves, a sycamore / Moonlight in Vermont / Icy finger-waves
You are the sunshine of my life / That’s why I’ll always be around / You are the apple of my eye / Forever you’ll stay (be) in my heart
Come fly with me / Let’s fly, let’s fly away / If you can use some exotic booze / There’s a bar in far Bombay
The summer wind / Came blowin’ / In from across that sea / It lingered there
Baubles, bangles, hear how they jing-jing-a-ling-a / Baubles, bangles, bright shiny beads. / Sparkles, spangles, my heart will sing, sing-a-ling-a / Wearing baubles, bangles and beads.
How Insensitive / I must have seemed / When she told me that she love me / How unmoved and cold
(1927 Version) / Nelly Kelly loved baseball games, / Knew the players, knew all their names. / You could see her there ev’ry day,
Tall and tan and young and lovely / The girl from Ipanema goes walking and / When she passes, each one she passes goes: Aah / When she walks, she’s like a samba