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There is also an mp3 file on that page. I have listened to it and made a few corrections. I have also marked with "(?)" some phrases that I find highly doubtful.

BREATHLESS
Frankie Masters and His Orchestra
Vocalist: Frankie Masters

I'm the picture of perfect health,
Normal as can be.
Though I'm short on material wealth,
It never bothers me.
I've always flurried with the term(?)
Behind I find it there(?)
But baby mine, where you're concerned,
I'd like to know what's left.

If I had a dictionary,
I would use the customary
Complements and phrases
When I want to sing you praises,
But I'm up to here in trouble,
My adversity is double,
And to make the matter worse,
I'm breathless.

When I try to be poetic,
You are never sympathetic.
As it is I do my best
And hope and pray I pass the test,
But up to now I'm in the soup.
My heart is doing loop-de-loop.
On top of all of that,
I'm breathless.

You take my breath away.
My castles are all in a heap.
You've got me right where I want you.
Baby, you walk in my sleep.

I take you for a little walk,
And I'm the guy who likes to talk.
You leave me on the porch,
And then I wind up with a torch
For every single time that I'm inclined
To tell you what is on my mind,
I'm darned if I don't find
I'm breathless.

Ah, what a sightful! You're delightful.
How I clamor for your glamour.
It's amazing I keep gazing
At your feet it's all a-futile(?)
Effervescing, keep me guessing
It's confusing. I keep losing
All perspective of respective
Words and phrases for your praises.

You take my breath away.
My castles are all in a heap.
You've got me right where I want you.
Baby, you walk in my sleep.

I take you for a little walk
And I'm the guy who likes to talk.
You leave me on the porch
And then I wind up with a torch,
For every single time that I'm inclined
To tell you what is on my mind,
I'm darned if I don't find
I'm breathless.