Pardon the way that I stare, there's nothing else to compare. The sight of you leaves me weak, there are no words left to speak.

I dont play golf or tennis, I dont ski, I dont snowboard. If you love what you do, you never get enough of it.

At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you.

Pardon the way that I stare, there's nothing else to compare. The sight of you leaves me weak, there are no words left to speak.

I spent many a summer early morning with the radio very low, half sleeping and half listening.

Grease is the word, is the word that you heard, It's got groove, its got feeling.

I cherish the memory of being a friend of Frank Sinatra on a friendship level to the point where we really hung out. We worked in Vegas, wed talk on the phone, and if I wasnt doing anything, Id fly out, and I spent time in Palm Springs at his house - on a level the way friends would be, not with a whole crowd of people.