Frank Sinatra ("In The Wee Small Hours"/ 1955) - 14. Dancing On The Ceiling | Текст песни

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• Frank Sinatra ("In The Wee Small Hours"/ 1955)
• 14. Dancing On The Ceiling

Rodgers and Hart

the world is lyrical
because a miracle
has brought my lover to me
though she's some other place
her face
i see
at night, i creep in bed
and never sleep in bed
but look above, in the air
and, to my greatest joy,
my love is there

she dances overhead
on the ceiling, near my bed
in my sight
all through the night
i try to hide, in vain
underneath my counterpane
but there's my love
up there, above

i whisper, "go away, my lover,
it's not fair."
but i'm so grateful to discover
that she's still there

i love my ceiling more
since it is a dancing floor
just for
my love

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