When you dream br Of a lovely, long skirt br And a soft, white blouse; br When you’re mesmerized br By feminine eyes br That turn their gaze br Away from your face br Until you become br Child-like and sad; br When the slightest words, br Even of consternation, br From her bird-like voice br Is the greatest music br You’ve ever heard, br Then you realize br You’re sweetly drunk br And always in love.