If I've forced you to realize that in you there is some paradise; (ever lightly)
If I've made you admit There is something alit; (ever dimly)
If I've shown you love true Not some fictitious brew; (ever sweetly)
Then you must know you've set me on fire, That you are my dear heart's desire; (ever brightly!)
Am I sorry? No, sirree! Rather happy, ma ch‚rie! (quite thoroughly, really!)