Hey toots, you
put the life into living
You put the sigh
into sight
Oh hon, you make
my legs turn to water
You bring the
stars out at night
But they ain't as 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
if you were right
The rain would taste
as sweet, as 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 it's
Silly, 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 silly, silly
silly, silly