Another op'nin', another show
Don't cry for me, Argentina
Everything's coming up roses
Falling in love with love
How are things in Glocca Morra
I could have danced all night
I've grown accustomed to her face
If ever I would leave you
It might as well be spring
The last night of the world
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
On the street where you live
People will say we're in love
Who can I turn to (when nobody needs me)