Слова:
Midler Bette Sings The Peggy Lee Songbook

Well alright, okay, you win I'm in love with you Well alright, okay, you win Baby, what can I do? I'll do anything you say It's just got to be that way

Someday we'll build a home On a hilltop high, you and I Shiny and new, a cottage that two can fill And we'll be pleased to be called The folks who live

He's a tramp but they love him Breaks a new heart every day He's a tramp, they adore him And I only hope he'll stay that way He's a tramp, he's a scoundrel

I can wash forty four pairs of socks And have 'em hanging out on the line I can starch and iron two dozen shirts 'Fore you can count from one to nine

Why this feeling? Why this glow? Why the thrill when you say hello? It's a strange and tender magic you do. Mister Wonderful, that's you. Why this trembling