Some day when I'm awf'ly low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you,
And the way you look tonight.
Oh, but you're lovely
With your smile so warm,
And your cheek so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
Just the way you look tonight.
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart.
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart.
Lovely, never, never change,
Keep that breathless charm,
Won't you please arrange it,
'Cause I love you,

VERSE

Give it up!
Give it up!
Too much man,
Too much grief,
No more man,
No more grief,
To be brief,
I got a firm belief.

REFRAIN 1

There must be somethin' better than love,
There must be somethin' better in view,
But if there's somethin' better than love,
Who wants it? Do you?
There jes' must be some practical plan
That don't require de service of man.
Suppose they find that practical plan —
Who wants it? Neither do I!

VERSE

You kissed me once by mistake,
Thought I was somebody else.
I felt that kiss and I envied that somebody else.
I wanted you for myself.
I guess I was shameless and bold.
But I made a plan in my heart,
I've never breathed,
I've never told.

REFRAIN

I must try to make the man love me,
Make the man love me now.
By and by, I'll make the man happy,
I know how.
He must see how badly I want him,
Want him just as he is.
May I say that should the man ask me,

(with Jimmy McHugh)

VERSE 1

Clothes must play a part
To light an eye, to win a heart;
They say a gown can almost speak,
If it is chic.
Should you select the right effect, you cannot miss.
You may be sure,
He will tell you this:

REFRAIN

Lovely to look at,
Delightful to know,
And heaven to kiss.
A combination like this
Is quite my most impossible scheme come true,
Imagine finding a dream like you!
You're lovely to look at,
It's thrilling to hold you terribly tight.

VERSE

Merry month of May,
Sunny skies of blue,
Clouds have rolled away
And the sun peeps through,
May express happiness.
Joy you may define
In a thousand ways,
But a case like mine
Needs a " special phrase "
To reveal
How I feel.

REFRAIN

I've got the world on a string,
Sittin' on a rainbow;
Got the string around my finger.
What a world,
What a life,

Treading the path to nobler ends,
A long farewell to love I gave,
Resolved my country, and my friends,
All that remained of me should have.

And this resolve no mortal dame,
None but those eyes could have o'erthrown,
The nymph I dare not, need not name,
So high, so like herself alone.

Thus the tall oak, which now aspires
Above the fear of private fires,
Grown and designed for nobler use,
Not to make warm, but build the house,
Though from our meaner flames secure,
Must that which falls from heaven endure.

(with Billy Rose)

VERSE 1

So proper and polite,
Upon this lovely night
We sit here making foolish conversation,
Instead of being bright.
Let's be ourselves tonight
And take advantage of the situation:

REFRAIN

The night is young and you're so beautiful,
Here among the shadows, beautiful lady,
Open your heart.
The scene is set, the breezes sing of it;
Can't you get into the swing of it, lady,
When do we start?
When the lady is kissable

(I' M I N Love W ITH )

I'm in love with the honorable Mister So and So.
I can't mention his name with propriety,
He's a pillar of Gotham society
And the newspaper columnists all would love to know
I'm in love with the honorable Mister So and So.
He goes out with the fashionable Lady So and So.
While they dine and they dance in a swell room,
I must wait in a stuffy hotel room
For the moment so rare that's convenient for him to spare.
He gets terribly annoyed if he doesn't find me there.
Why must I be living in a back street

Many long years ago, I loved a youth,
Who seemed the soul of honor and of truth —
He charmed my heart with some unholy spell,
He was a serpent, whom I loved so well.

The blush of girlhood had just ting'd my cheek;
He knew me young — perchance he thought me weak.
'Tis said, he often boasted of his power,
To gather for his own each new-blown flower.

My simple language can not well describe
How first he stood before me in his pride;
His form was cast in beauty's manly mould;
His eyes shot fire, and his hair was gold.

I went before God, and he said,
" What fruit of the life I gave?"
" Father," I said, " It is dead,
And nothing grows on the grave."

Wroth was the Lord and stern:
" Hadst thou not to answer me?
Shall the fruitless root not burn,
And be wasted utterly?"

" Father," I said, " forgive!
For thou knowest what I have done;
That another's life might live
Mine turned to a barren stone."

But the Father of Life sent fire
And burned the root in the grave;
And the pain in my heart is dire