Eydie Gormé

I was at a dance when he caught my eye Standin' all alone lookin' sad and shy We began to dance, swaying' to and fro And soon I knew I'd never let him go Blame it on the bossa nova with its magic spell Blame it on the bossa nova that he did so well O

I'm sentimental so I walk in the rain I've got some habits even I can't explain Go to the corner I end up in Spain Why try to change me now I sit and daydream I've got daydreams galore Cigarette ashes There they go on the floor Go away weekends Leave