1284. MY FOOLISH HEART 1949 |
THE NIGHT IS LIKE A LOVELY TUNE.
BEWARE, MY FOOLISH HEART.
HOW WHITE THE EVER CONSTANT MOON.
TAKE CARE, MY FOOLISH HEART.
THERE’S A LINE BETWEEN
LOVE AND FASCINATION
THAT’S HARD TO SEE
ON AN EVENING SUCH AS THIS.
FOR THEY BOTH GIVE
THE VERY SAME SENSATION
WHEN YOU’RE LOST
IN THE MAGIC OF A KISS.
HIS LIPS ARE MUCH TOO CLOSE TO MINE.
BEWARE, MY FOOLISH HEART.
BUT SHOULD OUR EAGER LIPS COMBINE
THEN LET THE FIRE START.
FOR THIS TIME IT ISN’T FASCINATION
OR A DREAM THAT WILL FADE
AND FALL APART.
IT’S LOVE, THIS TIME IT’S LOVE,
MY FOOLISH HEART.
