MISTY                                  F. SINATRA



LOOK AT ME,

I'M AS HELPLESS AS A KITTEN UP A TREE,

AND I FEEL LIKE I'M CLINGING TO A CLOYD;

I GET MISTY JUST HOLDING YOU HAND.

WALK MY WAY AND A THOUSAND VIOLINS BEGIN TO PLAY,

OR IT MIGHT BE THE SOUND OF YOUR HELLO,

THAT MUSIC I HEAR, I GET MISTY, THE MOMENT YOU'RE NEAR.

YOU CAN SAY THAT YOU'RE LEADING ME ON,

BUT IT'S JUST WHAT I WAN'T YOU TO DO.

DON'T YOU NOTICE HOW HOPELESSLY

I'M LOST THAT'S WHY I'M FOLLOWING YOU.

ON MY OWN, WOULD I WANDER THROUGH THIS WONDERLAND ALONE,

NEVER KNOWING MY RIGHT FOOT FROM MY LEFT,

MY HAT FROM MY GLOVE,

I'M TOO MISTY AND TOO MUCH IN LOVE.

LOOK AT LOVE.