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