I Can't Go Wrong

That certain night, the night we met, There was magic abroad in the air. There were angels dining at the Ritz, And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. I may be right, I may be wrong, But I'm perfectly willing to swear That when you turned and smiled at me, A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. The moon that lingered over Londontown Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown. How could he know that we two were so in love? The whole darn world seemed upside down. The streets of town were paved with stars, It was such a romantic affair. And as we kissed and said goodnight, A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.