It's A Long Way (From Your House To My House) (Album Version)

Frank Sinatra

(spoken)

(Oh gosh darn it, there goes that last butt.)
(Come on, sweet, let's walk it. Here we go.)
It's a long way from your house to my house,
And the last bus left us long ago.
Goodnight, my sweet, I love you very very,
Oh my poor feet, is this trip necessary?
It's a long way from your lips to my lips,
And your lips to me are divine.
So have a little sympathy, say that you'll marry me,
It's such a long way from your house to mine.

(Walk those squares, and dodge those lines.)
(Gee, I feel light enough to skip home.)
It's a long way from your house to my house,
Your lips to me are divine.
So have a little sympathy, say that you'll marry me,
It's such a long way from your house to mine.
(Ahem, can I get in for five minutes more?)
(You mean this is goodnight after I walk you all the way home?)
It's such a long way from your house to mine.
(You know it is even longer going back to my house, sweet?)
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