Frank Loesser Quotes
A secretary is not a thing Wound by key, pulled by string. Her pad is to write in, And not spend the night in, If that's what you plan to enjoy.
I hear music Mighty fine music, The murmur of a morning breeze up there The rattle of the milkman on the stair Sure that's music.
When you see a guy reach for stars in the sky You can bet that he's doing it for some doll.
I string sounds together. But to string them I have to remember a bunch of old ones I heard somewhere and then juggle them into a new rhythm and shape.
Oh! to be loved by a man I respect, To bask in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect.
But more I cannot wish you Than to wish you find your love Your own true love this day.
Brother, do you know a nicer occupation, Matter of fact, neither do I, Than standing on the corner Watching all the girls go by?
