Not for all the rice in China

Not for all the grapes in France

Would I exchange the pleasure

That I get with every measure

When we dance



Not for all the kilts in Scotland

Not for all the bulls in Spain

Would I give up arriving

At your house although you're driving

Me insane



Not for all the onions in Bermuda

Or the cheeses that are made by the Swiss



Would I exchange that first kiss

That you gave me



Not for all the beans in Boston

Not for all the steaks in Moore's

Would I agree to part with

All the joy you filled my heart with

When you said, "I'm yours"