Let the camera linger on your perfect skin

Your widows peak and your lucky grin

And the bluest eyes I know

As you turn to go

Let there be a record of your gorgeous voice

The turn of phrase that filled my days with joy

Something like Bing singing soft and low

As you turn to go

I know I'm not supposed to say I'm sorry

I know you've had more loves than Mata Hari

But you know you're the star of my life story

And I'm so sorry

Let the poets struggle to describe your heart

Your art of love and your love of art

Well, if you ever loved me

Tell me so

As you turn to go