I wanna shout and fawn about how I dream of that gleam in your eye.
I wanna shout but all that comes out is my, my!
My, my! My, my!
I wanna sing the flowers and spring but oh dear, when you’re near, I just die.
I wanna sing, I can’t sing a thing but my, my!
My, my!
I should say «oh, how lovely!»
I should say «oh, how sweet!»
I should have Shakespear at the tip of my tongue,
But every time we meet;
I look a you, and what do I do?
I get weak, I can’t speak, I just sigh.
And though I try, the best I can say is my, my!
You leave me breathless, my, my.