Blue Skies Smiling At Me

It Isn't Where You Came From, Its Where You're Going That Counts.

Every Time I Look Down On This Timeless Town, Whether Blue Or Gray Be Her Skies, Whether Loud Be Her Cheers, Or Whether Soft Be Her Tears, More And More Do I Realize That...i Love Paris.

Sometimes When We're Flying Or In The Hotel, I Might Run Over Songs, Or In The Bathroom.

You Take Romance - I'll Take Jell-o.

I'm Very Shy, And I Shy Away From People. But The Moment I Hit The Stage, It's A Different Feeling I Get Nerve From Somewhere; Maybe It's Because It's Something I Love To Do.