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Cheek to Cheek: Sophisticated Songs for Jazzy Parents (Blair Casdin) · Cheek to Cheek [Excalibur] (Ella Fitzgerald) · Cheek to Cheek (Pete Fountain) · Cheek to Cheek [Deluxe Version] (Lady Gaga) · Cheek to Cheek: Jukebox Memories (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cheek to Cheek (Beegie Adair) · Cheek to Cheek (Lady Gaga) · Cheek to Cheek (Ella Fitzgerald) · Cheek to Cheek: The Complete Duet Recordings (Ella Fitzgerald) · Dancing Cheek to Cheek (Pierre Dørge) – and 23 other albums »


England swings like a pendulum do 
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two 
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben 
The rosy red cheeks of the little
to cheek 
I want you by my side 
Hip, hip to hip, cheek, cheek to cheek 
You got a day, it's like the week 
Hip, hip to hip, cheek, cheek to cheek 
I'm
I like to spend some time in Mozambique
The sunny sky is aqua blue
And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek
It's very nice to stay a week or two
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
I ain't no saint, can't turn the other cheek
I ain't no saint, can't turn the other cheek
But you could cool my temper
By words I hear you speak
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
I like to spend some time in Mozambique
The sunny sky is aqua blue
And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek.
It's very nice to stay a week
I see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn

Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me,
I see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn

Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me,
I see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn

Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me,
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
We road on train
With anger and pain
But we didn't cry
Easy and me
And some other guy

We hooked some ride
Stood side by side
And watch cars
I see no reason to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me,
and I will follow
See us dancing cheek to cheek
You'll remember me tomorrow
But you won't give a damn by Wednesday Week

Say you love me until you do
and I will follow
See us dancing cheek to cheek
You'll remember me tomorrow
But you won't give a damn by Wednesday Week

Say you love me until you do
There is no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn
Just call me angel of the morning
Just touch my cheek before you leave me baby

Just
She's there at the bar every evening
Face powdered and cheeks painted red
Her beauty has faded too early
Brought on by the fast life she's led
with me, cheek to cheek,
There's nobody here, it's just you and me,
It's where I want to be,
But I hardly know this beauty by my side,
I'll never forget
Now I miss your name
Your golden hair
No more in your eyes is the blue
Of skies
Only shame
A lonely soul, betrayed by love
You walked into
has a shape, well, then it is an ellipse
And this slap is a gift
'Cause your cheeks have lost their lustre
You know, your cheeks have lost their
Trying to win your confidence just wears me down
Trying to win your love will wear me out
You've been loved by many girls but left by only one
It
proud to beg for mercy
You will die by the executioner's hand

Under the guillotine 

Tears are running
Down your cheeks
As you see
The axe
Baby's cheek or baby's chin
Seems to me it'll be a sin 
if it's always covered by the safety-pin
Where will the dimple be ?
home

We go along harmonizing a song
Or I'm reciting a poem
The hours go by and they gave me the eye
Walking my baby back home

And we stop for