Who cares for fame or fortune Who cares for wealth or gold Because I find a fortune Within my arms I hold A tiny turned up nose Two cheeks just like a rose So sweet from head to toes That little boy...
THAT LITTLE BOY OF MINE (Wayne King - Benny Maroff - Walter Hirsch) « '47 Edwin H. Morris & Co » A tiny turned up nose his cheek's just like a rose So sweet from head to toe...