Frank Sinatra — Bang Bang

I was five and she was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black and she wore white
She would always win the fight

Bang bang, she shot me down
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Frank Sinatra — As Time Goes By

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by

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Frank Sinatra — April In Paris

I never knew the charm of spring

Never met it face to face
I never new my heart could sing
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Frank Sinatra — A fine romance

A fine romance, with no kisses

A fine romance, my friend this is
We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes
But you’re as cold as yesterday’s mashed potatoes
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