And pretend that he is Parson Brown He'll say, "Are you married?" We'll say, "No man" But you can do the job when you're in town Later on, we'll conspire
It had to be you It had to be you I wandered around And finally found Somebody who Could make me be true Could make me be blue Or even be glad Just to
York It's good to live it again Autumn in New York The gleaming rooftops at sundown Oh, autumn in New York It lifts you up when you run down Yes, jaded
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Missed the Saturday dance Heard they crowded the floor Couldn't bear it without you Don't get around much anymore Thought I'd visit the club Got as far
If they asked me I could write a book About the way you walk and whisper and look I could write the preface on how we met So the world would never forget
SAVOY, THE HOME OF SWEET ROMANCE SAVOY, IT WINS YOU AT A GLANCE SAVOY, GIVES HAPPY FEET A CHANCE TO DANCE YOUR FORM, JUST LIKE A CLINGIN' VINE YOUR LIPS
Seem to be happening again And so it seems that we have met before And laughed before and loved before But who knows where or when Who knows where or when