Nobody Wants To Phone Me, Even Collect.

Live And Let Live, Be And Let Be, Hear And Let Hear, See And Let See. . . . Live And Let Live And Remember This Line: 'your Bus'ness Is Your Bus'ness And My Bus'ness Is Mine.'

I Want To Ride To The Ridge Where The West Commences And Gaze At The Moon Till I Lose My Senses I Can't Look At Hobbles And I Can't Stand Fences Don't Fence Me In

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.

Some Argentines, Without Means, Do It, People Say, In Boston , Even Beans Do It. Let's Do It, Let's Fall In Love .

I Love Paris In The Summer, When It Sizzles.