I want to shout a poem
About how I dream
Of that gleam in your eyes
I want to shout
But all that comes out is, "My! My!"
I want to sing of flowers in spring
But oh dear, when you're near I just die
I want to sing
But can't sing a thing but, "My! My!"
I should say, "Oh, how lovely!"
I should say, "Ah, how sweet!"
I should have Shakespeare at the tip of my tongue
But every time we meet...
I look at you and what do I do,
I get weak, I can't speak, I just sigh
And though I try the best I can sigh is, "My! My!"