Johnny: “Okay. And once again, here’s Bette Midler.” / Bette: “Well, you know, when they asked me to come on and . . . I can’t believe it! The last, the last guest. The last fool Mr. Carson will have to suffer gladly. You are the wind beneath my wings. Oh, well he is.” / Quarter to three. There’s no one in the place / except you and me.
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Many men with lofty aims strive for lofty goals. / Others play at smaller games, being simpler souls. / I am of the latter brand. All I want to do / Is to find a spot of land and live there with you.
I got a funny feelin’ that all of you girls / had better hold on to your man. / ‘Cause I feel, I says I feel, / I feeeeel like breaking up somebody’s home.
I took a dive into your eyes / and I was in a sea of deep blue green emotion. / Now in my dreams it often seems that you are moving me / like tides moving the ocean.
Mmm, why dontcha let me call you sweetheart? / I’m in love with you. / Mm, let me hear ya say / that you love me too.
My mama done tol’ me, / When I was in knee pants, / My mama done tol’ me, / Son! A woman’ll sweet talk
CHORUS: / Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes, / Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes, / Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes,
“Hi, operator.” / “May I help you?” / “Yeah, it’s me again. Did you get him on the line yet? . . . / Oh, this is awful. I’ve been trying to get him all day. . . .
Lately when I_m in my room all by myself, / in this solitary gloom I call to myself: / Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes, / love never made a fool of you. You used to be too wise.
That’s how heartaches are made. / That’s how heartaches are made. / They told me I was such a fool to love you. / They said that you’re the kind who’d never be true.