Sing to me, Mr. C., sing to me
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the song that I've been waiting to hear,
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just for me, Mr. C., just for me,
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and everybody else will disappear . . .
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You alone, you alone,
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are the dream I have known,
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bringing love to my lonely heart!
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Now there¡¯s heaven in view,
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Now the dream has come true,
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For tonight I have you alone!
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Now that your eyes have told me,
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You are my love my own,
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Come to my arms and hold me,
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I live for you alone!
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Solo tu, solo tu . . .
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[ Italian ]
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Now there¡¯s heaven in view,
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Now the dream has come true,
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For tonight I have you alone!
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I'm gonna sit right down
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an' write myself a letter
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and make believe it came from you!
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I'm gonna write words so sweet
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they're gonna knock me off my feet
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a lot of kisses on the bottom
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I'll be glad I got them
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I'm gonna smile and say "I hope you're feelin' better"
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and close with love the way you do
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I'm gonna sit right down an' write myself a letter
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and make believe it came from you!
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< instrumental break >
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I'm gonna sit right down
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an' write myself a letter
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and make believe it came
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. . . from you!
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There could never be a portrait of my love
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for nobody could paint a dream!
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You will never see a portrait of my love
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for miracles are never seen!
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Anyone who sees her,
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soon forgets the Mona Lisa!
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It would take I know, a Michael Angelo,
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and he would need the glow of dawn
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that paints the sky above
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to try an' paint a portrait of my love!
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< instrumental break >
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. . . yes, he would need the glow of dawn
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that paints the sky above
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to try an' paint a portrait of my love!
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You Alone/I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter/A Portrait of My Love
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| Perry Como |
