I wanna shout a poem About how I dream Of that gleam in your eyes I wanna shout But all that comes out is, "My! My!" I wanna sing of flowers in spring But oh dear, when you're near I just die I wanna sing But can't sing a thing but, "My! My!" I should say, "Oh, how lovely!" I should say, "Ah, how sweet!" I should have Shakespeare at the tip of my tongue But every time we meet... I look at you and what do I do, I get weak, I can't speak, I just sigh And though I try the best I can sigh is, "My! My!"