Frank Sinatra — I've Got You under My Skin

I'd sacrifice anything, come what might, for the sake of having you near.

In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night and repeats, repeats in my ear:

«Don't you know, little fool, you never can win.

Use your mentality, wake up to reality».

But each time that I do, just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin,

cause I've got you under my skin.

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A fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook

He can't write his name or read a book

And to fool the people is his only thought

And though he's slippery, he still gets caught

But then if that sort of life is what you wish

You may grow up to be a fish.

Everybody loves somebody sometime,

And although my dream was overdue,

Your love made it well worth waiting

For someone like you.

And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo

Every day you meet quite a few

So you see it's all up to you

You can be better than you are

You could be swingin' on a star.

Strangers in the night, two lonely people

We were strangers in the night up to the moment

When we said our first «Hello!».

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face

His shoes are a terrible disgrace

He ain't got no manners when he eats his food

He's fat and lazy and extremely rude

But if you don't care a feather or a fig

You may grow up to be a pig.

Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't.

Have flashy flunkies everywhere? I don't.

Who wants the bother of a country estate?

A country estate is something I'd hate.

Who wants to wallow in champagne? I don't.

Who wants a supersonic plane? I don't.

Who wants a private landing feel through? I don't.

And I don't 'cause all I want is you.

A mule is an animal with long funny ears

Kicks up at anything he hears

His back is brawny and his brain is weak

He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak

And by the way, if you hate to go to school

You may grow up to be a mule.

The autumn wind, and the winter winds — they have come and gone.

And still the days, those lonely days — they go on and on.

And guess who sighs his lullabies — through nights that never end...

My fickle friend, the summer wind.

Would you like to swing on a star

(Or would you like to swing on a star)

Carry moonbeams home in a jar

And be better off than you are

Or would you rather be a mule?

(Or would you rather be a pig?

Or would you rather be a fish?)

Little did we know

Love was just a glance away,

A warm embracing dance away and...

Ever since that night we've been together.