Your love made it all worth waiting for some like you.
I once shook hands with Pat Boone, and my whole right side sobered up!
Return to me, for my heart wants you only. Hurry home, hurry home, won't you please hurry home to my heart.
In a tuxedo, I'm a star. In regular clothes, I'm a nobody.
There's a statue of Jimmy Stewart in the Hollywood Wax Museum, and the statue talks better than he does.
Somewhere there's a someone for me. Though I may be lonely now, I'll see it through somehow, to somebody's heart I know I hold the key.