It Is A Modern Tragedy That Despair

Do I Love You Because You're Beautiful, Or Are You Beautiful Because I Love You? Am I Making Believe I See In You, A Woman Too Perfect To Be Really True? Do I Want You Because You're Wonderful, Or Are You Wonderful Because I Want You? Are You The Sweet Invention Of A Lover's Dream, Or Are You Really As Beautiful As You Seem?

Hello, Young Lovers, Wherever You Are.

If You Really Believe In The Brotherhood Of Man, And You Want To Come Into Its Fold, You've Got To Let Everyone Else In, Too.

The Last Time I Saw Paris, Her Heart Was Warm And Gay, I Heard The Laughter Of Her Heart In Every Street Café.

I'd Let My Golden Chances Pass Me By.