My Kind Of Town - Frank Sinatra, Frank Sinatra Junior

Why do I do, just as you say

Why must I just, give you your way

Why do I sigh, why don’t I try — to forget

It must have been, that something lovers call fate

Kept me saying «I have to wait»

I saw them all, just couldn’t fall — 'til we met

It had to be you, it had to be you

I wandered around, and finally found — the somebody who

Could make me be true, and could make me be blue

And even be glad, just to be sad — thinking of you

Some others I’ve seen, might never be mean

Might never be cross, or try to be boss

But they wouldn’t do For nobody else, gave me a thrill — with all your faults, I love you still

It had to be you, wonderful you

It had to be you