croon

"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.