Ours

歌詞

The high gods above look down and laugh at our love And say to themselves, "How tawdry it's grown" They've seen our cars in front of so many bars When we should have been under the stars Together but alone, ours is the chance To make romance our own Ours, the white Riviera under the moon Ours, a gondola gliding on a lagoon Ours, a temple serene by the green Arabian Sea Or maybe you'd rather be going out buying Gay Paree Ours, the silent sierras greeting the dawn Or a sun-spotted Devon-shire lawn dotted with flowers Mine the inclination, yours the inspiration Why don't we take a vacation and make it all ours? Ours, the glitter of Broadway, Saturday night Ours, a box at the garden watching a fight Ours, the mad, the brouhaha at the Plaza's Persian Room Or if this fills you with gloom We can go and admire Grant's Tomb Ours, a home on the river facing the east Or in one of Park Avenue's least Frightening towers, oh, this champion chatting Sounds to me like Latin Why don't we stay in Manhattan And make it all? Why don't we stay in Manhattan And make it all ours?