Ella Fitzgerald - It's De-lovely Lyrics
I feel a sudden urge to sing the kind of ditty that invokes the springSo, control your desire to curse while I crucify the verseThis verse Ive started seems to me the tin pan-tithesis of melodySo to spare you all the pain, Ill skip the darn thing and sing the refrainThe night is young, the skies are clearAnd if you want to go walkin, dearIts delightful, its delicious, its de-lovelyI understand the reason whyYoure sentimental, cause so am iIts delightful, its delicious, its de-lovelyYou can tell at a glance what a swell night this is for romanceYou can hear, dear mother nature murmuring low let yourself goSo please be sweet, my chickadeeAnd when I kiss ya, just say to meIts delightful, its delicious, its delectable, its delirious,Its dilemma, its de limit, its deluxe, its de-lovelyYou can tell at a glance what a swell night this is for romanceYou can hear dear mother nature murmuring low let yourself goSo please be sweet, my chickadeeAnd when I kiss ya, just say to meIts delightful, its delicious, its delectable, its delirious,Its dilemma, its de limit, its deluxe, its de-lovely