You break the spell when you start to speak
That technique
Is all wrong
Just forget about words and sing her a song
Music was made for romance
Love and a sweet song go hand in glove
Every love-
R knows this
And the sweeter the song, the sweeter the kiss
When you’re without love, you cry
And your song is the blues
But when you’ve got love, you’re high
And your song is a gay refrain
A happy strain
That sings out the news
Don’t let the night go to waste
Looking for ways to say «I love you»
Take your cue
From the birds
Music is better than words