(Jule StyneBob Merrill)



To me, to me love is no go

Till fiddle and oboe start weeping, and wailing

That's my failing

He may be all wrong for me

But his is the only song for me



I know he's around when the sky and the ground start in ringing

I know he is near

By the thunder I hear in advance



His words, his words alone

Are the words that can start my heart singing

'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance



He'll sleep and he'll rise

In the light of two eyes that adore him

And bore him it might

But he won't leave my sight for a glance



In every way, every day

I need less of myself and more him, more him

'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance

In every way, every day



I need less of myself and more him, more him

'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance

His is the only music that makes me dance