Dean Martin

That certain party

Powder your face with sunshine

I'll always love you

If

You belong to me

Love me, love me

That's amore

I'd cry like a baby

Sway

Money burns a hole in my pocket

Memories are made of this

Innamorata = Sweetheart

Standing on the corner

Watching the world go by

Return to me

Angel baby

Volare

On an evening in Roma

Love me, my love

Ain't that a kick in the head.