Don't mess with Mister Inbetween.

Arthur Murray taught me dancing in a hurry.

Once upon a time the world was sweeter than we knew. Everything was ours; how happy we were then, but then once upon a time never comes again.

When the sweet talkin's done, a man is a two face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night.

You must write for the waste basket.

That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well; Icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.

Too marvelous for words.