MONALISA (NAT KING COLE)

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you

You're so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only 'cause you're lonely they have blamed you?
For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile?

Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa?

Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there

Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa?

Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?

Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa?

Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there

Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa?

Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

AUTUMN LEAVES (JOHNNY MERCIER)

The falling leaves drift by the window

The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winters song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

FLY ME TO THE MOON (BART HOWARD)

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a, Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words
I love you.

KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH HIS SONG (ROBERTA FLACK)

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song

I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever

Embarassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish

But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me

He was strumming my pain

Yeah, he was singing my life
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song

BESAME MUCHO (CONSUELO VELASQUES)

Besame, besame mucho,
Como si fuera esta noche la ltima vez,
Besame, besame mucho,

Que tengo miedo a perderte, perderte despues [twice]

Quiero sentirte muy cerca mirarme en tus ojos verte junto a m

Piensa que tal vez maana yo ya estare lejos, muy lejos de ti

Besame...

Quiero...

Besame...

QUE SERA SERA (JAY LIVINGSTON &RAY EVANS)

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be
Will I be pretty

Will I be rich
Here's what she said to me

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

When I grew up and fell in love

I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead
Will we have rainbows
Day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

Now I have Children of my own

They ask their mother
What will I be
Will I be handsome

Will I be rich
I tell them tenderly

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera