He May Have Hair Upon His Chest

Every Time I Look Down On This Timeless Town Whether Blue Or Gray Be Her Skies. Whether Loud Be Her Cheers Or Soft Be Her Tears, More And More Do I Realize: I Love Paris In The Springtime. I Love Paris In The Fall. I Love Paris In The Winter When It Drizzles, I Love Paris In The Summer When It Sizzles. I Love Paris Every Moment, Every Moment Of The Year. I Love Paris, Why, Oh Why Do I Love Paris? Because My Love Is Near.

In Olden Days A Glimpse Of Stocking Was Looked On As Something Shocking. Now, Heaven Knows, Anything Goes. The World Has Gone Mad Today, And Good's Bad Today, And Black's White Today, And Day's Night Today.

Night And Day, You Are The One.

Oh, Give Me Land, Lots Of Land Under Starry Skies Above. Don't Fence Me In. Let Me Ride Through The Wide Open Country That I Love Don't Fence Me In Let Me Be By Myself In The Evenin' Breeze And Listen To The Murmur Of The Cottonwood Trees Send Me Off Forever But I Ask You Please Don't Fence Me In

Don't Hit The Person Across From You With Bits Of Toast, And Don't, When Dinner Is Nearly Through, Say 'who's The Host' It Isn't Done.