Never saw
such perfect beauty before,
Never saw such charming manners
once more,
Never saw such eyes of heavenly blue,
never saw what I see
looking at you.
I could never weary looking at you,
looking at you,
all through life, my dearie,
looking at you, looking at you.
I wish that I were able to
make you say, I do,
and sit across the breakfast table
looking at you,
looking at you.
Say, Lou,
I think you'd better put that song
in the back of the books.
I don't know.
I can't get the feel of it.
Why? I don't know.
It doesn't seem to be my
type of song.
There's wrong with it.
You must be in love.
I guess you're reading my mail.
I wish that I were able to make you say,
I do,
and sit across the breakfast table,
looking
Looking at you, looking at you.
Come on, Al, put some
guts into this.
Why could I never wear it?
Looking at you, looking at you.
On a cruel life, my dearie.
Looking at you, looking at you,
I wish that I were able
just to make you say, I do.
And sit across the breakfast table.
Looking at you,
looking at you.