I won’t pretend I came here just to stand and stare Though every clever plan has vanished in the air Ladies and gentlemen, permit me to confess Your entrance has reduced my speech to one syllable: yes Loving you, loving you Is the finest thing a fellow can do. Loving you, loving you Makes a polished gentleman forget what’s due Loving you, loving you While the couples turn in pairs of two Loving you I had a speech prepared with commas in their place Then you looked up at me and reorganized my face I missed the count by three; the band forgave the crime And now I’m asking every guest to lend me half a rhyme Loving you, loving you Is the finest thing a fellow can do Loving you, loving you Makes a polished gentleman forget what’s due Loving you, loving you While the couples turn in pairs of two Loving you My hat is in the hands of someone near the punch My dignity has left the room to take a little lunch But when you take my arm the whole affair goes right And even my left shoe can keep the beat tonight A proper man should never make a scene, they say So I shall make a small one in a graceful way I’ll tell this room the truth, then bow and let it be: The best dance in the world begins when you choose me I promised I'd behave myself, with elegance and grace But every time you smile at me, I quite forget my place The orchestra is laughing, and the waiter knows my name I've danced with half the furniture, but love's the one to blame Loving you, loving you Is the finest thing a fellow can do Loving you, loving you Makes a polished gentleman forget what’s due Loving you, loving you While the couples turn in pairs of two Loving you Loving you Santiago Flores
