Other pleas ures,
and I've known many,
Afternoons in warm Vendetian squares,
Brief encounters, long siestas
Pleasures old and new
Can't compare with you
You amaze me
Where did you come from?
You do things
Champagne could never do
Crystal winters, crimson summers,
Other pleasures,
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
always turn to
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
face by moonlight,
The very first to walk into
your door.
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?
I want to be the
first man you remember
The very first to sweep me off my feet
I want to be the one you always turn to
The first to make my
unhappiness a beat
Sailing off in the night on a silver lake
Taking more from this life
than I ought to take
Other pleasures,
I would trade them all for you
Whom I want to be,
the one you won't for get.