Mabel Mercer

Every time we say goodbye, I die a little, Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little, Why the gods above me, who must be in the know. Think so little of me, they allow you to go. When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it, I can hear a la...

Where has the time all gone to? Haven't done half the things we want to Oh well, we'll catch up some other time This day was just a token Too many words are still unspoken Oh well, we'll catch up some other time Just when the fun is starting Comes the time f...

*Dear Dorothy Dix, I'm in an awful fix I thought he was in love with me But find he is only up to his all tricks Dear Emily Post, No wiser I than most Please, exercise your nimble brain And tell me how a girl can entertain a ghost So, I'm writting to you for...

Wait till you see her, see how she looks Wait till you hear her laugh Painters of paintings, writer of books Never could tell the half Wait till you feel the warmth of her glance Pensive and sweet and wise All of it lovely, all of it thrilling I'll never be w...

I have a feeling that beneath the little halo on your noble head There lies a thought or two the devil might be interested to know You're like the finish of a novel that I'll finally have to take to bed You fascinate me so I fee like Christopher Columbus...