Sinatra and Swingin' Brass

Ain't she sweet? See her walking down that street. Yes I ask you very confidentially, ain't she sweet? Ain't she nice? Look her over once or twice. Yes I ask you very confidentially, ain't she nice? Just cast an eye in her direction, oh me oh my, ain

I never cared much for moonlight skies, I never wink at fireflies, But now that the stars are in your eyes, I'm beginning to see the light. I never went for after-glow, candle light on the mistletoe, But now when you turn the lamp down low, I'm begin