AMOR
BING CROSBY - Ismael Wr.
Amor...., amor...,
my love this word’s so sweet that
I repeat means I adore you
Amor..., amor...,
my love would you deny
this heart that I
Have placed before you
* I can’t find another word
With meaning so clear
My lips try to whisper
Sweeteer things in your ear
But somehow or other
Nothing sounds quite so dear
As this soft caressing word I know
Amor...., amor...., my love
When you’re away, there is no day
And nights are lonely
Amor..., amor...,
my love make life devine
say you’ll be mine and love me only
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