| Hey toots, you put the life into living
|
| You brought a sigh into sight
|
| Ah hon, you make my legs turn to water
|
| You bring the stars out at night
|
| But they ain’t half so bright
|
| As your eyes
|
| Gee whiz, you take the beauty out of beautiful
|
| You play the strings of my heart
|
| Oh babe, you take the wonder out of wonderful
|
| Oh my, oh my, and my, if you were mine
|
| The rain would turn to sweet sweet wine
|
| Well he’s been up all night
|
| Breakin’his head in two to write
|
| A little sonnet for his chickadee
|
| But between you and me I think its sssssssssssilly. |
| Silly
|
| Ooh treas, you got a smile like a Rembrandt
|
| Aha, you got the style of a queen
|
| Oh dear, you are the petal of a rosebud
|
| Next to you all the others could be weeds
|
| You’re the only one my garden needs
|
| Ooh, you know the art of conversation
|
| Must be dying
|
| Ooh, when a romance depends on Cliches and toupees and threepes
|
| We’re up to here with moonin’and junin'
|
| If you want to sound sincere —
|
| Don’t rely on Crosby’s croonin'-
|
| Take a little time
|
| Make up your own rhyme
|
| Don’t rely on mine
|
| `Cos it’s sssssssssilly — silly — silly — silly |