(verse)

I'm so in love, and though it gives me joy intense,

I can't decipher, if I'm a lifer,

Or if it's just a first offense.

I'm so in love, I've no sense of values at all.

Is this a playtime affair of Maytime,

Or is it a windfall?



(refrain)

Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?

Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?

Is it a cocktail this feeling of joy,

Or is what I feel the real McCoy?

Is it for all time, or simply a lark?

Is it Granada I see or only Asbury Park?

Is it a fancy not worth thinking of,

Or is it at long last love?