Weve Got A World That Swings ( Mel Tormé )
Up at dawning, sleepy and yawning, Still the [C#m7-5]taste of wine; Then I remember you're mine, and I've got a world that's fine. What's before me? Routines that bore me, Punch the[C#m7-5] clock at eight; Then I remember you're mine, And I've got a world …