The night is like a lovely tune, beware my foolish heart,
How white the ever distant 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 are lost in the magic of a kiss.
Her lips are much too close to mine, beware my foolish heart,
But should our eager lips combine, then let, let the fire start.
For this time it isn't fascination, or a dream that will fade and fall apart.
Its love, this time, its love, my foolish heart.
Interlude: (Chords of Verse)
Her lips are much too close to mine, beware my foolish heart,
But should our eager lips combine, then let, let the fire start.
For this time it isn't fascination, or a dream that will fade and fall apart.
Its love, this time, its love, my foolish heart.
This time, it's love, my foolish heart.