Listen To Her Voice, Don't Look At

I'm Very Shy, And I Shy Away From People. But The Moment I Hit The Stage, It's A Different Feeling I Get Nerve From Somewhere; Maybe It's Because It's Something I Love To Do.

When We Were At The Apollo, Holiday Was A Block Away. I Asked Her For Her Autograph.

I've Had Some Wonderful Love Affairs And Some That Didn't Work Out. I Don't Want To Dwell On That And I Don't Want To Put People Down, But I Think All The Fabulous Places I've Been, The Wonderful Things That Have Happened For Me, The Great People I've Met - That Ought To Make A Story.

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.

Blue Skies Smiling At Me Nothing But Blue Skies Do I See