A fine romance
Come fly with me
Don't blame me
Fly me to the moon (in other words)
I'll remember april
If I wear a bell
In the wee small hours of the morning
It was a very good years
Let there be love
(Love is) the tender trap
Memories are made of this
No regrets
Satin doll
Send in the clowns
Smoke gets in your eyes
That ole devil called love
The folks who live on the hill
The lady is a tramp
The last time I saw Paris
The night we called it a day
The touch of your lips
The very thought of you
The way you look tonight
There I 've said it again
These foolish things
They didn't believe me