If I Were Lord Byron, I'd Write You,
Sweet Siren, A Poem Inspirin', A Killer Diller-Oo.
Too Bad I'm No Poet, I Happen To Know It,
But Anyway Here's A Roundelay That I Wrote Last Night About You.
You Are To Me Everything. My Life To Be, Everything.
When In My Sleep You Appear, Fair Skies Of Deep Blue Appear,
Each Time Our Lips Touch Again, I Yearn For You Oh So Much Again.
You Are My Fav'rite Star,
My Haven In Heaven Above. You Are Everything I Love.
