Afternoons in warm Vendetian squares,
Brief encounters, long siestas
Crystal winters, crimson summers,
I would trade them all for you.
I want to be the first man you'll remember
I want to be the last one you'll for get
I want to be the one you'll
I want to be the one you won't re gret
May I be first to say you look delightful
May I be first to dance you round the floor
The very first to see your
The very first to walk into
Well, kind sir, I'd be delighted,
There is nothing I would rather do.
What could be a sweeter memory
Than sharing my first dance with you?
The very first to sweep me off my feet
I want to be the one you always turn to
Sailing off in the night on a silver lake
Taking more from this life
I would trade them all for you
the one you won't for get.