A Pretty Girl Is Like A Melody.

After You Get What You Want You Don't Want It.

The Song Is Ended, But The Melody Lingers On.

Heaven... I'm In Heaven, And My Heart Beats So That I Can Hardly Speak.

I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas, Just Like The Ones I Used To Know, Where The Tree Tops Glisten And Children Listen To Hear Sleigh Bells In The Snow.

Listen Kid, Take My Advice, Never Hate A Song That Has Sold Half A Million Copies.