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 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 say is my, my!
You leave me breathless, my, my