Tekster:
Feinstein Michael

Now the parking lot is empty Everyone's gone someplace I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed A cooler and a 2 day suitcase 'Cause there's a place

One day an archaeologist was digging underground And he dug through mud and he dug through stones And he dug cleared down to the great unknown And what

The twinkling of the fireflies The winding mountain trail The stars reflected in your eyes The distant nightingale Combined to engage In setting the

Romance is a game for fools, I used to say A game, I thought I'd never play Romance is a game for fools, I said and grinned Then you passed by and here

I hear music when I look at you A beautiful theme of every dream I ever knew Down deep in my heart I hear it play I feel it start, then melt away I hear

I'd like to get away, honey Somewhere alone with you It could be oh, so gay, honey You need a laugh or two A certain place I know, darling Where funny

Is it an earthquake Or simply a shock? Is it the good turtle soup Or merely the mock? Is it a cocktail This feeling of joy? Or is what I feel The real

You go to my head and you linger Like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning 'round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to

When they begin the beguine It brings back the sound of music so tender It brings back a night of tropical splendor It brings back a memory ever green