Easy To Love

I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time In thinking such a thing could be That you could ever care for me I'm sure you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me Just the same I'm not entirely to blame For love You'd be so easy to l

Danny was an old-time Bourbon Street barker Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker And always cued-up a ball Thinking he was one rack away But even when you run the table The check still seems small When it's your last payday The shallow pocket change

Patricia Barber Easy To Love 作词:Cole Porter You'd be so easy to love So easy to idolize, all others above So worth the yearning for So worth keeping the home fires burning for We'd be so grand at the game So carefree together that it's It does seem a

I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time In thinking such a thing could be That you could ever care for me I'm sure you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me Just the same I'm not entirely to blame For love You'd be so easy to l

I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time In thinking such a thing could be That you could ever care for me I'm sure you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me Just the same I'm not entirely to blame For love You'd be so easy to l

I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time In thinking such a thing could be That you could ever care for me I'm sure you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me Just the same I'm not entirely to blame For love You'd be so easy to l

Easy To Love - Kevin Kline I know you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me just the same I'm not entirely to blame For you'd be so easy to love So easy to idolize, all others above So worth the yearning for So swell to keep every homefire

I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time In thinking such a thing could be That you could ever care for me I'm sure you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me Just the same I'm not entirely to blame For love You'd be so easy to l

W. Hirsch / Vaughn DeLeath / N. Cloutier / L. Handman Once they called it ragtime And it had it's fling It's the same old syncopation Now they call it swing Then they played it jazz time To a buck-and-wing Once again it sweeped the nation Now they ca

I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time In thinking such a thing could be That you could ever care for me I'm sure you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me Just the same I'm not entirely to blame For love You'd be so easy to l

Well I was the one who showed you the sky But you brought it down, down to my thighs Sadly believed every word I didn't mean About loving darkness. And there it is now, he enters the room It guts like a fish to see how he's grown Saw me go out onto t