Hey toots, you put the life into living  You brought a sigh into sight  Ah hon, you make my legs turn to water  You bring the stars out at night  But they ain't half so bright  As your eyes     Gee whiz, you take the beauty out of beautiful  You play the strings of my heart  Oh babe, you take the wonder out of wonderful  Oh my, oh my, and my, if you were mine  The rain would turn to sweet sweet wine     Well he's been up all night  Breakin' his head in two to write  A little sonnet for his chickadee  But between you and me  I think its sssssssssssilly. Silly     Ooh treas, you got a smile like a Rembrandt  Aha, you got the style of a queen  Oh dear, you are the petal of a rosebud  Next to you all the others could be weeds  You're the only one my garden needs     Ooh, you know the art of conversation  Must be dying  Ooh, when a romance depends on  Cliches and toupees and threepes     We're up to here with moonin' and junin'  If you want to sound sincere -  Don't rely on Crosby's croonin' -  Take a little time  Make up your own rhyme  Don't rely on mine  'Cos it's sssssssssilly - silly - silly - silly