Ella Fitzgerald Misty.
Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree;
And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud,
I can' t understand
I get misty, just holding your hand.
Walk my way,
And a thousand violins begin to play,
Or it may be the sound of your hello,
That music I hear,
I get misty, whenever you're near.
You can say that you're leading me on
And it's just what I want you to do,
Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost?
That's why I'm following you.
On my own,
When I wander through this wonderland alone,
Never knowing my right foot from my left
My hat from my glove
I'm too misty, and too much in love.
Too misty,
And too much...
In love.....look at me....
