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In the mood - Pierre Simões


In The Mood
Compositor: Words By Andy Razaf, Music By Joe Garland

Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes
What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size
I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me"
Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be
So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude"
He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"

First I held him lightly and we started to dance
Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance
And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three
There's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me"
"Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude
To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood"

In the mood, that's what he told me
In the mood, and when he told me
In the mood, my heart was skippin'
It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

In the mood for all his kissin'
In the mood his crazy lovin'
In the mood what I was missin'
It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

Love hurts - Pierre Simões


Love Hurts
Felice Bryant/Boudleaux Bryant

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds' and mars
Any heart not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud, holds a lot of rain
Love hurts, oh, oh love hurts

I'm young, I know, but even so
I know a thing or two, I learned from you
I really learned a lot, really learned a lot
Love is like a flame it burns you when it's hot
Love hurts, oh, oh, love hurts

Some fools think of happiness, blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
They're not foolin' me
I know it isn't true, I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie made to make you blue
Love hurts, oh, oh love hurts
Oh, oh, love hurts
Oh, oh, love hurts
Oh, oh, love hurts
Oh, oh

Torna a Sorriento


Torna Surriento
Ernesto De Curtis e Giambattista de Curtis

Viede 'o mare quant'è bello
Spira tantu sentimentu
Comme tu a chi tiene mente
Ca scetato 'o fai sunnà,

Guarda guà chisto ciardino;
Siente, siè, sti sciure arance:
Nu prufumo accussi fino
Dint'o core se ne va...

E tu dice: "Ìparto, addio!"
T'alluntane da stu core...
Da sta terra de l'ammore
Tieno 'o core 'e nun turnà?

Ma nun me lassà,
Nun darme stu turmiento!
Torna a Surriento, famme campà!

Ti voglio tanto bene


by Ernesto de Curtis