Frank Sinatra

The sleep - less nights, the dai - ly fights,
The quick to - bog - gan when you reach the heights;
I miss the kis - ses and I miss the bites --
I wish I were in love again.
The bro - ken dates, the end - less waits,
The love - ly lov - ing and the hate - ful hates,
I wish I were in love again.
No more pain, no more strain,
Now I'm sane, but I would rather be punch-drunk.
The pulled out fur of cat and cur,
The fine mis-mat - ing of a him and her;
I've learned my lesson but I wish I were in love a - gain
The fur - tive sigh, the black - ened eye,
The words: "I'll love you 'til the day I die,"
I wish I were in love again.
When love con - geals, it soon re - veals
The faint a - ro - ma of per - form - ing seals,
The doub - le - cros - sing of a pair of heels --
I wish I were in love again
No, no more care, no, no des - pair;
Now I'm all there now but I'd rather be punch-drunk.
Be - lieve me, sir, I much pre - fer
The clas - sic bat - tle of a him and her;
I don't like qui - et, and I wish I were
In love a - gain, in love a - gain, in love a - gain.