If I were Lord Byron
I'd write you, sweet siren
A poem inspirin'
A killer diller-oo
Too bad, I'm no poet
I happen to know it
But anyway
Here's a roundelay
That I wrote last night about you
You are to me ev'rything
My life to be, ev'rything
When in my sleep you appear
Fair skies of deep blue appear
Each time our lips touch again
I yearn for you, oh, so much again
You are my fav'rite star
My haven in heaven above
You are ev'rything I love