Look at me again, dear;
Let's hold hands and then, dear,
Sigh in chorus; It won't bore us, to be sure;
There's no meaning to it,
Yet we overdo it, With a relish that is hellish to endure;
I am not the kind that merely flirts;
I just love and love until it hurts.
Darling you're so handsome,
Strong and clever and sometimes you seem, dear,
Like a dream, dear, that came true.
That's why I picked you out;
Better men I threw out
Of my living room while giving room to you;
I would rather read of love in books;
Love is much more painful than it looks.
Oh, sentimental me and poor romantic you;
Dreaming dreams is all that we can do;
We hang around all day and ponder,
While both of us grow fonder
The Lord knows where we're wandering to!
I sit and sigh; you sigh and sit upon my knee;
We laugh and cry, and never disagree;
A million kisses we'll make theft of
Until there's nothing left of Poor romantic you and sentimental me.
Oh, sentimental me and poor romantic you;
Dreaming dreams is all that we can do;
We hang around all day and ponder,
While both of us grow fonder
The Lord knows where we're wandering to!
I sit and sigh; you sigh and sit upon my knee;
We laugh and cry, and never disagree;
A million kisses we'll make theft of
Until there's nothing left of Poor romantic you and sentimental me.
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