A Dream

You sing so sweet beautiful nightingale. I am under your spell. Pretty soon you'll be living the fairytale. All will be well. Your discs will sell. You can exhale. Your going to be an over night bombshell. You sing so sweet beautiful nightingale. Paperwork we will curtail We will start your tour in the finest hotels. You will get tons of fan mail. I am under your spell. People will be listening to your music on Carrousels, Monorails, And even in motels. Pretty soon you'll be living the fairytale. People will want to know every detail Of your life including where you dwell. To tell the truth there won't be anything They can't unveil. All will be well Mademoiselle. You have set your sail. When you penned the microphone to Your lapel To us you became our martindale. You sing so sweet beautiful nightingale.