(Tom Shapiro/Chuck Jones/Sharon Vaughn)
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Under the stars,
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Spanish guitars sing the Santa Maria
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Outside my room, the music? playing
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On a sweet bougainvillea breeze, romantically
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Oh, but not for me.
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There? a ring of ice around the moon
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And it? making me shiver
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It seemed so warm when I had you
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But all the others I?e known
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Leave me chilled to the bone
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Baby, since you?e been gone,
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All I? left with is cold kisses.
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My pride has tried to build a fire
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That? as bright as your memory
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But I can? give what has been given
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I just don? have it in me now
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I? all closed down
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And the fire? burned out.
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There? a ring of ice around the moon
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And it? making me shiver
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It seemed so warm when I had you
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But all the others I?e known
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Leave me chilled to the bone
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Baby, since you?e been gone,
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All I? left with is cold kisses.
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Like a rose in the snow
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That won't bloom and can't grow
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There? a ring of ice around the moon
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And it? making me shiver
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It seemed so warm when I had you
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But all the others I?e known
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Leave me chilled to the bone
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Baby, since you?e been gone,
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All I? left with is cold kisses.
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Cold kisses, cold kisses
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Cold Kisses
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Steve Holy |