Shelley Winters wrote in one of her biographies (I think it was she) that while sad and sobbing over some breakup she wore out her record of Doris Day's "April in Paris" listening to it over and over. It really is a great, heartbreaking performance of the song, skirting the edges of sentimentality, but powerful and right out there. Especially in the held notes. You get the feeling she really gets to be herself in this one.