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Dozens of girls would storm up;
I had to lock my door,
Somehow I couldn't warm up
To one before.
What was it that controlled me?
What kept my love-life lean?
My intuition told me
You'd come on the scene.
Lady, listen to the rhythm of my heartbeat,
And you'll get just what I mean.
Embrace me,
My sweet embraceable you.
Embrace me,
You irreplaceable you.
Just one look at you - my heart grew tipsy in me.
You and you alone bring out the gypsy in me.
I love all
The many charms about you;
Above all,
I want my arms about you.
Don't be a naughty baby,
Come to papa - come to papa - do!
My sweet embraceable you.
I love all
The many charms about you;
Above all,
I want my arms about you.
Don't be a naughty baby,
Come to papa - come to papa - do!
My sweet embraceable you.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Live At The Café Carlyle
- Bobby Short Is K-RA-ZY For Gershwin
- Bobby Short On the East Side
- The Mad Twenties
- Bobby Short On The East Side (US Release)
- Bobby Short: Late Night At the Cafe Carlyle
- Mercer & Short: Second Town Hall (Live At Town Hall)
- At Town Hall (Live)
- Mercer & Short: Second Town Hall (Live)
- Late Night At The Cafe Carlyle
- Bobby Short at the Cafe Carlyle
- Jazz & the City
- At Town Hall
- Jazz Nostalgia
- Songs of New York: Live at the Cafe Carlyle
- Songs By Bobby Short
- Songs of New York
- 50 by Bobby Short
- Greatest Vocal Classics