In this year of 1792,
our conventions have been thrown all askew,
an d I know I'm out of date
when I speak one mate,
one faithful lover true.
To be really in the fashion today,
you must have a dozen bows in your sway,
but somehow I don't be
lieve in the modern play.
I want to wait for just one man,
one kiss, one man to say before,
one love for him alone.
One word, one vow,
and nothing more to tell him I'm his own.
One magic night within his arms,
with passion flows on by.
And all my life I'll
love only one man,
and no other man in the world.
Now, before you look at me,
I'll find my man, you'll see.
One kiss, one man to save me far,
one love for his alone,
one word, one vow,
and nothing more to tell
him I'm his own,
one magic night within his arms,
with passion, blue and bold.
But all my life, I loved only one man,
and no other man in all the world.