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August 30th, 2011 | 
Author: Some day, when I’m awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you…
And the way you look tonight.
Yes you’re lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart…
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.
Lovely … Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won’t you please arrange it ?
‘Cause I love you … Just the way you look tonight.
Solo (Bridge section)
Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look to-night.
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Dinah Shore
East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose
Let’s go where I’ll keep on wearin’
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows
Don’t bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let’s move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o’ her clothes
And I’ll stand out in buttons and bows
I’ll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I’ve homespun
But I’ll love you longer, stronger where
Your friends don’t tote a gun
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let’s vamoose where gals keep usin’
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I’m all yours in buttons and bows
(Silks and satins and linen that shows)
(And I’m all yours in buttons and bows)
Gimme eastern trimmin’ where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I’m all yours in buttons and bows
Lyrics
East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose
Let’s go where I’ll keep on wearin’
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows
Don’t bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let’s move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o’ her clothes
And I’ll stand out in buttons and bows
I’ll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I’ve homespun
But I’ll love you longer, stronger where
Your friends don’t tote a gun
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let’s vamoose where gals keep usin’
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I’m all yours in buttons and bows
(Silks and satins and linen that shows)
(And I’m all yours in buttons and bows)
Gimme eastern trimmin’ where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I’m all yours in buttons and bows
Buttons and bows
Buttons and bows
(Frills and flowers and buttons and bows)
(Rings and things and buttons and bows)
Lyrics
East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose
Let’s go where I’ll keep on wearin’
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows
Don’t bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let’s move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o’ her clothes
And I’ll stand out in buttons and bows
I’ll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I’ve homespun
But I’ll love you longer, stronger where
Your friends don’t tote a gun
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let’s vamoose where gals keep usin’
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I’m all yours in buttons and bows
(Silks and satins and linen that shows)
(And I’m all yours in buttons and bows)
Gimme eastern trimmin’ where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I’m all yours in buttons and bows
Buttons and bows
Buttons and bows
(Frills and flowers and buttons and bows)
(Rings and things and buttons and bows)
Lyrics
East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose
Let’s go where I’ll keep on wearin’
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows
Don’t bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let’s move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o’ her clothes
And I’ll stand out in buttons and bows
I’ll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I’ve homespun
But I’ll love you longer, stronger where
Your friends don’t tote a gun
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let’s vamoose where gals keep usin’
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I’m all yours in buttons and bows
(Silks and satins and linen that shows)
(And I’m all yours in buttons and bows)
Gimme eastern trimmin’ where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I’m all yours in buttons and bows
Buttons and bows
Buttons and bows
(Frills and flowers and buttons and bows)
(Rings and things and buttons and bows)