It seems there's none for me although
My aching heart discovers
In a story play or picture show,
A host of perfect lovers
The first of all was Romeo
That passion isn't cool yet
This world would have a rosy glow
If I had been his Juliet
For Antony, I'd learn to care
Ah, he was strong and graceful
If other lovers held two pair
That fellow held an aceful
Somebody loves me
I wonder who
I wonder who he can be