Sing to me, Mr. C., sing to me the song that I've been waiting to hear, just for me, Mr. C., just for me, and everybody else will disappear . . . You alone, you alone, are the dream I have known, bringing love to my lonely heart! Now there's heaven in view, Now the dream has come true, For tonight I have you alone! Now that your eyes have told me, You are my love my own, Come to my arms and hold me, I live for you alone! Solo tu, solo tu . . . [ Italian ] Now there's heaven in view, Now the dream has come true, For tonight I have you alone! I'm gonna sit right down an' write myself a letter and make believe it came from you! I'm gonna write words so sweet they're gonna knock me off my feet a lot of kisses on the bottom I'll be glad I got them I'm gonna smile and say "I hope you're feelin' better" and close with love the way you do I'm gonna sit right down an' write myself a letter and make believe it came from you! < instrumental break > I'm gonna sit right down an' write myself a letter and make believe it came . . . from you! There could never be a portrait of my love for nobody could paint a dream! You will never see a portrait of my love for miracles are never seen! Anyone who sees her, soon forgets the Mona Lisa! It would take I know, a Michael Angelo, and he would need the glow of dawn that paints the sky above to try an' paint a portrait of my love! < instrumental break > . . . yes, he would need the glow of dawn that paints the sky above to try an' paint a portrait of my love!
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