| "Get my heartbeat to croon." | |
| "Sometimes it's out of tune, Sometimes it makes you croon." | |
| # By the light # # of the silvery moon # # I want to spoon # # to my honey I'll croon love's tune... # | |
| # Can't hear me croon # # of a million lies that speak no truth # # of a time gone by that now is through # | |
| # It forces me to always croon, un-inten-tion-ally! | |
| "Get my heartbeat to croon." | |
| "Sometimes it's out of tune, Sometimes it makes you croon." | |
| # By the light # # of the silvery moon # # I want to spoon # # to my honey I'll croon love's tune... # | |
| # Can't hear me croon # # of a million lies that speak no truth # # of a time gone by that now is through # | |
| # It forces me to always croon, un-inten-tion-ally! | |
| (woman croons) Harry Potter Jr. | |
| - (Mike croons) But you liked it. | |
| As the night croons ahong with me | |
| Do you want to spend the rest of your life with a man who plays the ukulele and croons to you? | |
| He just croons: | |
| (woman croons) Harry Potter Jr. | |
| - (Mike croons) But you liked it. | |
| As the night croons ahong with me | |
| Do you want to spend the rest of your life with a man who plays the ukulele and croons to you? | |
| He just croons: | |
| -l never crooned in my life. | |
| And I wished that I had died and far into the night he crooned that tune. | |
| And he crooned in my Crooner Corner? "B" to the "S"! | |
| Sing me one of those Mexican hymns like you crooned as an altar boy. | |
| Then another heard it, then a third one... One man whistled it, the other crooned it. | |
| # Oh, what a tune for crooning'... | |
| -You were sort of crooning. | |
| A tropical night, murmuring palms, the sea crooning a lullaby, the cicadas yearning for their pale lover, the Moon and the night fragrant with cinnamon and coffee. | |
| And when I'm finished With my crooning | |
| Birds singing, brooks laughing, and the wind sort of crooning through the forest. Like some great organ. | |
| -l never crooned in my life. | |
| And I wished that I had died and far into the night he crooned that tune. | |
| And he crooned in my Crooner Corner? "B" to the "S"! | |
| Sing me one of those Mexican hymns like you crooned as an altar boy. | |
| Then another heard it, then a third one... One man whistled it, the other crooned it. | |
| # Oh, what a tune for crooning'... | |
| -You were sort of crooning. | |
| A tropical night, murmuring palms, the sea crooning a lullaby, the cicadas yearning for their pale lover, the Moon and the night fragrant with cinnamon and coffee. | |
| And when I'm finished With my crooning | |
| Birds singing, brooks laughing, and the wind sort of crooning through the forest. Like some great organ. | |
