such perfect beauty before,
Never saw such charming manners
Never saw such eyes of heavenly blue,
I could never weary looking at you,
all through life, my dearie,
looking at you, looking at you.
I wish that I were able to
and sit across the breakfast table
I think you'd better put that song
in the back of the books.
I can't get the feel of it.
I guess you're reading my mail.
I wish that I were able to make you say,
and sit across the breakfast table,
Looking at you, looking at you.
Why could I never wear it?
Looking at you, looking at you.
On a cruel life, my dearie.
Looking at you, looking at you,
just to make you say, I do.
And sit across the breakfast table.