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.

Skylark Have you anything to say to me? Won't you tell me where my love can be?

Too marvelous for words.

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.

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.

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.