Mine is really quite a hopeless case.
Now opulist, advise the glasses
without them I can't even see your face.
but I think you're wonderful.
but I think you're swell.
You tell to me you're all aces,
life is to me just a bore.
Faces are all open spaces,
why you might be done very more.
I think you're wonderful,
I might repeat, I may be wrong,
but I think you're wonderful,
And yet, I think you're swell,
ooh, I like your style, say,
I'm always wrong, so how can I tell?
All of my gowns are unsightly,
an d each one of my hats is a crime.
If, dear, in you I pick rightly,
it's the very first time in my life.
Why, you came along saying,
I think you're wonderful,