Oh, lady be good To me.
The way you wear your hat, The way you sip your tea, The mem'ry of all that -- No, no! They can't take that away from me!
If you'll promise not to cry, Baby, I will kiss you by-and-by—Maybe! Though you're six feet three, You will always be Nothing but a Baby, dear, to me.
But the age of miracles hadn't passed.
Life is one long jubilee.
One can be very happy without demanding that others agree with them.