Moons in June I've given up on that stuff  
Arms have charms but I've no hope of falling in love  

The rest of life pales in significance  

I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance  
With whom to dance?  With whom to dance?  
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance.

Rings and strings  What use have I for these things?  
Bells and carousels  I'd just be fooling myself.

And you  You look like heaven  

An angel who stepped from a dream
777 times lovelier than anything I've ever seen.