The music soars, and there, totally oblivious of the fireworks, the fountains, and the holiday mad throngs, they fall happily and tenderly into each other's arms. Two enormous, highly paid heads come together for that ultimately inevitable moment, the final, earth-moving, studio rent-paying, theater-filling, popcorn-selling kiss.
The Girl Who Stole the Eiffel Tower
Music by Nelson Riddle
Lyrics by Richard Quine
Performed by Frank Sinatra See more