Fish Got To Swim, Birds Got To

Be Brave, Young Lovers, And Follow Your Star.

I'm Not Going To Run, I'm Going To Stand Here And Watch. Every Blow Will Cut Into My Heart, And Tell Me Who And What You Are.

The Last Time I Saw Paris, Her Heart Was Warm And Gay, I Heard The Laughter Of Her Heart In Every Street Café.

I'd Let My Golden Chances Pass Me By.

Do I Love You Because You're Beautiful, Or Are You Beautiful Because I Love You? Am I Making Believe I See In You, A Woman Too Perfect To Be Really True? Do I Want You Because You're Wonderful, Or Are You Wonderful Because I Want You? Are You The Sweet Invention Of A Lover's Dream, Or Are You Really As Beautiful As You Seem?