Let the camera linger on your perfect skin
Your widow's peak and your lucky grin
And the bluest eyes I know
As you turn to go

Let there be a record of your gorgeous voice
The turn of phrase that filled my days with joy
Something like Bing singing soft and low
As you turn to go

I know I'm not supposed to say I'm sorry
I know you've had more loves than Mata Hari
But you know you're the star of my life story
And I'm so sorry

Let the poets struggle to describe your heart
Your art of love and your love of art
Well, if you ever loved me
Tell me so
As you turn to go

If you ever loved me
Tell me so
As you turn to go
If you ever loved me
Tell me so
As you turn to go