Tal's Blues (Autumn in New York) - Tal Farlow

Oh, I’m so mad about a lad

It’s too deep to express

And when he tries to use his eyes

They have instant success

So full of passion these pupils are

That girls forget what their scruples are

So when he turns them on me

I murmur tenderly

I think you’re great;

I think you’re grand

And I don’t mind if you hold my hand

But don’t look at me that way

Your kisses, too, are heavenly

And, oh, so full of variety

But don’t look at me that way

When you tell me sweetly you’re mine completely

I always give a long cheer

But those sudden flashes behind your lashes

Are nobody’s business, dear

Since you began to play your role

I’ve lost my heart and I’ve lost my soul

But as for losing my self-control

Don’t look at me that way

I just adore your loving arms

In fact they’re two of your greatest charms

But don’t look at me that way

I’m very mild, I’m very meek

My will is strong, but my won’t is weak

So don’t look at me that way

When that strange expression of indiscretion

Begins to show in your stare

There’s a hocus-pocus about your focus

That gives me a terrible scare

I feel a thrill when you arrive

And while you’re near, I simply thrive

But if you want to get home alive

Don’t look at me that way