الأغاني:
Az Dean

She parks her car on Woodland Street She's got a job at the meat-n-three She's kind of pretty in a perculiar kind of way And I try hard to like her Yeah

They're comin' from all over the word Hey, everybody, see 'em arrivin' The greatest stars you'll ever see Some are flyin' and some are drivin' From Liverpool

Because you're mine the brightest star I see Looks down, my love and envies me Because you're mine because you're mine Because you're mine, the breeze

I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune He whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns,

in the movie "Ada" May the Lord bless you real good May the Lord bless you real good I've spent a lot of time praying that he would May the Lord bless

Powder your face with sunshine Put on a great big smile Make up your eyes with laughter Folks will be laughing with you in a little while Whistle a tune

And the door is still open to my heart I must confess that I cry from loneliness And the door is still open to my heart You are to me like honey is to

The object of my affection Can change my complexion From white to rosy red, anytime she holds my hand Tells me that she's mine There are many girls who

Tonight I know the kiss we share Is sweet beyond compare But will it stand the test of time? The lovely glow that's in your eyes The music in your sighs