After watching your appeal from ev'ry angle there's a big romantic deal I've got to wangle For I've fallen for a certain luscious lass And it's not a passing fancy or a fancy pass I love the look of you, the lure of you The sweet of you, the pure of you The eyes, the arms, the mouth of you The east, west, north, and the south of you I'd love to gain complete control of you And handle even the heart and soul of you So love, at least, a small percent of me, do For I love all of you