I've got you deep in the heart of me.
Let's Do It; Let's Fall in Love.
Don't hit the person across from you with bits of toast, And don't, when dinner is nearly through, say 'Who's the host' It isn't done.
I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.
All the inspiration I ever needed was a phone call from a producer.
I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So, tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?