Writers: B. Lane/ E.Y. Harburg



I look at you and suddenly,

Something in your eyes I see;

Soon begins bewitching me.

It's that old devil moon;

That you stole from the skies.

It's that old devil moon in your eyes.



You and you glance;

Make this romance;

Too hot to handle.

Stars in the night;

Blazing their light;

Can't hold a candle;

To your razzle-dazzle.



You've got me flyin' high and wide;

On a magic carpet ride;

Full of butterflies inside.

Wanna cry, wanna croon,

Wanna laugh like a loon.

It's that old devil moon in your eyes.



Just when I think, I'm;

Free as a dove.

Old devil moon,

Deep in your eyes,

Blinds me with love.