Am I Not Your Girl? album

(Kansas Joe McCoy)

You had plenty money nineteen twenty two.

You let other people make a fool of you.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Get out of here and get me some money, too.

Yo' sittin' down wondering what it's all about.

If you ain't got no money, they will put you out.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Get out of here and get me some money, too.

If you had prepared twenty years ago,

You wouldn't be wand'ring from do' to do'.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Get out of here and get me some money, too.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Like some other men do?

(Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers)

He's a fool and I don't know it,

But a fool can have his charms.

I'm in love and I don't show it,

Like a babe in arms.

Love's the same old sad sensation.

Lately I've not slept a wink.

Since this half-pint imitation

Put me on the blink.

I'm wild again,

Beguiled again,

A simpering, whimpering child again.

Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered

Am I.

Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep

When love came and told me

I shouldn't sleep.

Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered

Am I.

Lost my heart, but what of it?

He is cold, I agree.

He can laugh, but I love it,

Although the laugh's on me.

I'll sing to him, each spring to him,

And long for the day

When I'll cling to him.

Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered

Am I.

(Paul Francis Webster/Sammy Fain)

Once I had a secret love

That lived within the heart of me.

All too soon, my secret love

Became impatient to be free.

So I told a friendly star,

The way that dreamers often do,

Just how wonderful you are

And why I'm so in love with you.

Now I shout it

From the highest hills.

Even told the golden daffodils.

At last my heart's an open door,

And my secret love's no secret anymore.

(P. F. Webster/S. Burke)

I'm feelin' mighty lonesome,

Haven't slept a wink.

I walk the floor and watch the door,

And in between,

I drink black coffee.

Love's a hand-me-down broom.

I'll never know a Sunday

In this weekday room.

I'm talkin' to the shadows

On o'clock to four.

And Lord, how slow

The moments go

When all I do is pour

Black coffee.

Since the blues caught my eye,

I'm hangin' out on Monday

My Sunday dreams to dry.

Now a man is born to go a-lovin,'

A woman's born to weep and fret,

To stay at home and

Tend her over

And drown her past regrets

In coffee and cigarettes!

I'm moonin' all the mornin'

And mournin' all the night.

And in between, it's nicotine

And not much heart to

Fight black coffee.

Feelin' low as the ground,

It's drivin' me crazy,

This waiting for my baby

To maybe come around.

I'm feeling' mighty lonesome,

Haven't slept a wink.

I walk the floor and watch

The door, and in between,

I drink black coffee.

Since my gal went away,

My nerves have gone to pieces

And my hair's turnin' gray.

I'm talkin' to the shadows,

one o'clock to four.

And Lord, how slow

The moments go

When all I do is

Pour black coffee.

Love's a sorry affair.

I know where all the blues are

'Cause baby, I've been there.

Now a man is born to

Love a woman,

To work and slave to

Pay her debts.

And just because

He's only human,

To drown his past regrets

In coffee and cigarettes.

I'm moonin' all the mornin'

And mournin' all the night.

And in between, it's nicotine

And not much heart to

Fight black coffee.

Feelin' low as the ground,

It's drivin' me crazy,

This waiting for my baby

To maybe come around.

(J. Webster/Sinéad O'Connor)

We used to go out walking hand in hand.

You told me all the big things you had planned.

It wasn't long till all your dreams came true.

Success put me in second place with you.

You have no time to love me anymore,

Since fame and fortune knocked upon your door.

Now I spend all my evenings all alone.

Success has made a failure of our home.

If we could share an evening now and then,

Perhaps we'd find true happiness again.

You never hold me like you used to do.

It's funny what success has done to you.

You have no time to love me anymore,

Since fame and fortune knocked upon your door.

Now I spend all my evenings all alone.

Success has made a failure of our home.

(Tim Rice/Andrew Lloyd Webber)

It won't be easy,

You'll think it's strange,

When I try to explain how I feel,

That I still need your love

After all that I've done.

You won't believe me.

All you see is a girl

You once knew.

Although she's dressed up

To the nines,

At sixes and sevens with you.

I had to let it happen,

I had to change.

Couldn't stay all my life

Down at heel,

Looking out of the window,

Staying out of the sun.

So I chose freedom,

Running around, trying

Everything new,

But nothing impressed me at all;

I never expected it to.

Don't cry for m, Argentina.

The truth is I never left you.

All though my wild days,

My mad existence,

I kept my promise.

Don't keep you distance.

And as for fortune,

And as for fame,

I never invited them in,

Though it seemed to the world

They were all I desired.

They are illusions;

They're not the solutions

They promised to be.

The answer was here all the time.

I love you and hope you love me.

Have I said too much?

There's nothing more

I can think of to say to you,

But all you have to do is

Look at me

To know that every word is true.

(H. Stothart/H. Ruby/B. Kalmar)

I'm not one of the greedy kind.

All of my wants are simple.

I know what's on my mind.

I'm not resting until I find

What would make your eyes

Glisten like mine

With love devine.

I wanna be loved by you,

Just you, and nobody else but you.

I wanna be loved by you

Alone. Poo poo pa doop.

I wanna be kissed by you,

Just you, and nobody else but you.

I wanna be kissed by you

Alone. Poo poo pa doop.

I couldn't aspire

To anything higher

Than to fill a desire to

Make you my own.

Pa pa pad ra,

Poo poo pa doop.

I wanna be loved by you,

Just you, and nobody else but you.

I wanna be loved

By you alone. Pa dap pa,

Dap pa dap,

Poo poo pa doop.

(L. Javor/R. Seress/Lewis)

Sunday is gloomy,

My hours are numberless.

Dearest, the shadows

I live with are numberless.

Little white flowers will

Never awaken you,

Not where the black coach

Of sorrow have taken you.

Angels have no thought of

Ever returning you.

Would they be angry

If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday.

Gloomy is Sunday. With

Shadows I spend it all.

My heart and I have

Decided to end it all.

Soon there'll be candles

And prayers that are sad,

I know. Let them not weep.

Let them know

That I'm glad to go.

Death is no dream,

For in death I'm caressing you.

With the last breat of my

Soul I'll be blessing you.

Gloomy Sunday.

Dreaming.

I wans only dreaming.

I wake and I find you

Asleep in the deep of

My heart, dear.

Dreaming.

It was lonely dreaming.

I felt my heart melt

When I dreamt that

We two were apart,

Far apart, far apart,

Far apart.

Darling, I hope that my dream

Never haunted you.

My heart is telling you

How much I wanted you.

Gloomy Sunday.

(E. Heyman/V. Young)

The sky may be starless, the night may be moonless,

But deep in my heart there's a glow.

For deep in my heart I know that you love me.

You love me because you told me so!

Love letters straight from your heart

Keep us so near while apart.

I'm not alone in the night

When have all the love you write.

I memorize every line.

I kiss the name that you sign.

And darling, then

I read again, right from the start,

Love letters straight from your heart.

(V. De Moraes/A. C. Jobim/Gimbel)

How insensitive I must have seemed

When he told me that he loved me.

How unmoved and cold I must have seemed

When he told me so sincerely.

Why, he must have asked,

Did I just turn and stare in icy silence?

What was I to say? What can you say

When a love affair is over?

Now he's gone away,

And I'm alone with the memory of his last look.

Vague and drawn and sad, I see it still.

All his heart-break, that last look.

, he must have asked,

I turn and stare in icy silence?

What was I to do? What can one do

When a love affair is over?

(Tim Rice/Andrew Lloyd Webber)

It won't be easy,

You'll think it's strange,

When I try to explain how I feel,

That I still need your love

After all that I've done.

You won't believe me.

All you see is a girl

You once knew.

Although she's dressed up

To the nines,

At sixes and sevens with you.

I had to let it happen,

I had to change.

Couldn't stay all my life

Down at heel,

Looking out of the window,

Staying out of the sun.

So I chose freedom,

Running around, trying

Everything new,

But nothing impressed me at all;

I never expected it to.

Don't cry for m, Argentina.

The truth is I never left you.

All though my wild days,

My mad existence,

I kept my promise.

Don't keep you distance.

And as for fortune,

And as for fame,

I never invited them in,

Though it seemed to the world

They were all I desired.

They are illusions;

They're not the solutions

They promised to be.

The answer was here all the time.

I love you and hope you love me.

Have I said too much?

There's nothing more

I can think of to say to you,

But all you have to do is

Look at me

To know that every word is true.

(Cole Porter)

I used to fall in love

With all those young boys

Who maul the young cuties,

But now I find I'm more inclined

To keep my mind on my duties.

For since I came to care

For such a sweet millionaire,

While tearing off a game of golf,

I make a play for the caddy,

But when I do, I don't follow through,

Cause my heart belongs to Daddy.

If I invite a boy some night

To dine on my fine finnan haddie,

I just adore his asking for more,

But my heart belongs to Daddy.

yes, my heart belongs to Daddy,

So I simply can't be bad.

Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy,

Da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-dad!

So I want to warn you, laddie,

Tho' I know you perfectly swell,

That my heart belongs to Daddy,

Cause Daddy treats it so well.

(Livingston/Evans)

You're near that moment,

I'm almost in your arms.

Tonight, the mood is right.

I'm almost in your arms.

One sign, one word and I

Will rush to your embrace.

Say that certain word,

Sigh that certain sigh,

And with all my heart,

To your arms I'll fly.

It's strange how we are changed

By things that seem so small.

One look can write a book,

One touch can say it all.

We know those nights of love,

And now we found our way.

I'm almost in your arms,

Almost in your arms to stay.

It's strange how we are changed

By things that seem so small.

One look can write a book,

One touch can say it all.

We know those nights of love,

And now we found our way.

I'm almost in your arms,

Almost in your arms,

Almost in your arms to stay.

(Jack Segal/Evelyn Danzig)

I peeked in to say goodnight,

And then I heard my child in prayer:

"And for me some scarlet ribbons,

Scarlet ribbons for my hair."

All the stores were close and shuttered.

All the streets were dark and bare.

In our town no scarlet ribbon for her hair.

Thru the night my heart was aching.

Just before the dawn was breaking,

I peeked in, and on her bed,

In gay profusion, lying there,

Lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons,

Scarlet ribbons for her hair.

If I live to be two hundred,

I will never know from where

Came those lovely scarlet ribbons,

Scarlet ribbons for her hair.

(Howard)

Fly me to the moon,

And let me play among the stars.

Let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter & Mars.

In other words, hold my hands.

In other words, darling, kiss me.

Fill my heart with song

And let me sing forever more.

You are all I long for,

All I worship and adore.

In other words, please be true.

In other words, I love you.

Fill my heart with song

And let me sing forever more.

You are all I long for,

All I worship and adore.

In other words, please be true.

In other words, I love you.

(Kansas Joe McCoy)

You had plenty money nineteen twenty two.

You let other people make a fool of you.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Get out of here and get me some money, too.

Yo' sittin' down wondering what it's all about.

If you ain't got no money, they will put you out.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Get out of here and get me some money, too.

If you had prepared twenty years ago,

You wouldn't be wand'ring from do' to do'.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Get out of here and get me some money, too.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Like some other men do?

(Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers)

He's a fool and I don't know it,

But a fool can have his charms.

I'm in love and I don't show it,

Like a babe in arms.

Love's the same old sad sensation.

Lately I've not slept a wink.

Since this half-pint imitation

Put me on the blink.

I'm wild again,

Beguiled again,

A simpering, whimpering child again.

Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered

Am I.

Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep

When love came and told me

I shouldn't sleep.

Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered

Am I.

Lost my heart, but what of it?

He is cold, I agree.

He can laugh, but I love it,

Although the laugh's on me.

I'll sing to him, each spring to him,

And long for the day

When I'll cling to him.

Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered

Am I.

(Paul Francis Webster/Sammy Fain)

Once I had a secret love

That lived within the heart of me.

All too soon, my secret love

Became impatient to be free.

So I told a friendly star,

The way that dreamers often do,

Just how wonderful you are

And why I'm so in love with you.

Now I shout it

From the highest hills.

Even told the golden daffodils.

At last my heart's an open door,

And my secret love's no secret anymore.

(P. F. Webster/S. Burke)

I'm feelin' mighty lonesome,

Haven't slept a wink.

I walk the floor and watch the door,

And in between,

I drink black coffee.

Love's a hand-me-down broom.

I'll never know a Sunday

In this weekday room.

I'm talkin' to the shadows

On o'clock to four.

And Lord, how slow

The moments go

When all I do is pour

Black coffee.

Since the blues caught my eye,

I'm hangin' out on Monday

My Sunday dreams to dry.

Now a man is born to go a-lovin,'

A woman's born to weep and fret,

To stay at home and

Tend her over

And drown her past regrets

In coffee and cigarettes!

I'm moonin' all the mornin'

And mournin' all the night.

And in between, it's nicotine

And not much heart to

Fight black coffee.

Feelin' low as the ground,

It's drivin' me crazy,

This waiting for my baby

To maybe come around.

I'm feeling' mighty lonesome,

Haven't slept a wink.

I walk the floor and watch

The door, and in between,

I drink black coffee.

Since my gal went away,

My nerves have gone to pieces

And my hair's turnin' gray.

I'm talkin' to the shadows,

one o'clock to four.

And Lord, how slow

The moments go

When all I do is

Pour black coffee.

Love's a sorry affair.

I know where all the blues are

'Cause baby, I've been there.

Now a man is born to

Love a woman,

To work and slave to

Pay her debts.

And just because

He's only human,

To drown his past regrets

In coffee and cigarettes.

I'm moonin' all the mornin'

And mournin' all the night.

And in between, it's nicotine

And not much heart to

Fight black coffee.

Feelin' low as the ground,

It's drivin' me crazy,

This waiting for my baby

To maybe come around.

(J. Webster/Sinéad O'Connor)

We used to go out walking hand in hand.

You told me all the big things you had planned.

It wasn't long till all your dreams came true.

Success put me in second place with you.

You have no time to love me anymore,

Since fame and fortune knocked upon your door.

Now I spend all my evenings all alone.

Success has made a failure of our home.

If we could share an evening now and then,

Perhaps we'd find true happiness again.

You never hold me like you used to do.

It's funny what success has done to you.

You have no time to love me anymore,

Since fame and fortune knocked upon your door.

Now I spend all my evenings all alone.

Success has made a failure of our home.

(Tim Rice/Andrew Lloyd Webber)

It won't be easy,

You'll think it's strange,

When I try to explain how I feel,

That I still need your love

After all that I've done.

You won't believe me.

All you see is a girl

You once knew.

Although she's dressed up

To the nines,

At sixes and sevens with you.

I had to let it happen,

I had to change.

Couldn't stay all my life

Down at heel,

Looking out of the window,

Staying out of the sun.

So I chose freedom,

Running around, trying

Everything new,

But nothing impressed me at all;

I never expected it to.

Don't cry for m, Argentina.

The truth is I never left you.

All though my wild days,

My mad existence,

I kept my promise.

Don't keep you distance.

And as for fortune,

And as for fame,

I never invited them in,

Though it seemed to the world

They were all I desired.

They are illusions;

They're not the solutions

They promised to be.

The answer was here all the time.

I love you and hope you love me.

Have I said too much?

There's nothing more

I can think of to say to you,

But all you have to do is

Look at me

To know that every word is true.

(H. Stothart/H. Ruby/B. Kalmar)

I'm not one of the greedy kind.

All of my wants are simple.

I know what's on my mind.

I'm not resting until I find

What would make your eyes

Glisten like mine

With love devine.

I wanna be loved by you,

Just you, and nobody else but you.

I wanna be loved by you

Alone. Poo poo pa doop.

I wanna be kissed by you,

Just you, and nobody else but you.

I wanna be kissed by you

Alone. Poo poo pa doop.

I couldn't aspire

To anything higher

Than to fill a desire to

Make you my own.

Pa pa pad ra,

Poo poo pa doop.

I wanna be loved by you,

Just you, and nobody else but you.

I wanna be loved

By you alone. Pa dap pa,

Dap pa dap,

Poo poo pa doop.

(L. Javor/R. Seress/Lewis)

Sunday is gloomy,

My hours are numberless.

Dearest, the shadows

I live with are numberless.

Little white flowers will

Never awaken you,

Not where the black coach

Of sorrow have taken you.

Angels have no thought of

Ever returning you.

Would they be angry

If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday.

Gloomy is Sunday. With

Shadows I spend it all.

My heart and I have

Decided to end it all.

Soon there'll be candles

And prayers that are sad,

I know. Let them not weep.

Let them know

That I'm glad to go.

Death is no dream,

For in death I'm caressing you.

With the last breat of my

Soul I'll be blessing you.

Gloomy Sunday.

Dreaming.

I wans only dreaming.

I wake and I find you

Asleep in the deep of

My heart, dear.

Dreaming.

It was lonely dreaming.

I felt my heart melt

When I dreamt that

We two were apart,

Far apart, far apart,

Far apart.

Darling, I hope that my dream

Never haunted you.

My heart is telling you

How much I wanted you.

Gloomy Sunday.

(E. Heyman/V. Young)

The sky may be starless, the night may be moonless,

But deep in my heart there's a glow.

For deep in my heart I know that you love me.

You love me because you told me so!

Love letters straight from your heart

Keep us so near while apart.

I'm not alone in the night

When have all the love you write.

I memorize every line.

I kiss the name that you sign.

And darling, then

I read again, right from the start,

Love letters straight from your heart.

(V. De Moraes/A. C. Jobim/Gimbel)

How insensitive I must have seemed

When he told me that he loved me.

How unmoved and cold I must have seemed

When he told me so sincerely.

Why, he must have asked,

Did I just turn and stare in icy silence?

What was I to say? What can you say

When a love affair is over?

Now he's gone away,

And I'm alone with the memory of his last look.

Vague and drawn and sad, I see it still.

All his heart-break, that last look.

, he must have asked,

I turn and stare in icy silence?

What was I to do? What can one do

When a love affair is over?

(Jack Segal/Evelyn Danzig)

I peeked in to say goodnight,

And then I heard my child in prayer:

"And for me some scarlet ribbons,

Scarlet ribbons for my hair."

All the stores were close and shuttered.

All the streets were dark and bare.

In our town no scarlet ribbon for her hair.

Thru the night my heart was aching.

Just before the dawn was breaking,

I peeked in, and on her bed,

In gay profusion, lying there,

Lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons,

Scarlet ribbons for her hair.

If I live to be two hundred,

I will never know from where

Came those lovely scarlet ribbons,

Scarlet ribbons for her hair.

(Tim Rice/Andrew Lloyd Webber)

It won't be easy,

You'll think it's strange,

When I try to explain how I feel,

That I still need your love

After all that I've done.

You won't believe me.

All you see is a girl

You once knew.

Although she's dressed up

To the nines,

At sixes and sevens with you.

I had to let it happen,

I had to change.

Couldn't stay all my life

Down at heel,

Looking out of the window,

Staying out of the sun.

So I chose freedom,

Running around, trying

Everything new,

But nothing impressed me at all;

I never expected it to.

Don't cry for m, Argentina.

The truth is I never left you.

All though my wild days,

My mad existence,

I kept my promise.

Don't keep you distance.

And as for fortune,

And as for fame,

I never invited them in,

Though it seemed to the world

They were all I desired.

They are illusions;

They're not the solutions

They promised to be.

The answer was here all the time.

I love you and hope you love me.

Have I said too much?

There's nothing more

I can think of to say to you,

But all you have to do is

Look at me

To know that every word is true.