What Is This Thing Called Love?

What is this thing called love? This crazy thing called love. Who could dissolve its mystery? Why should it make a fool of me? I saw you there one wonderful day. You took my heart and threw it away. That's why I ask the Lord in heaven above, "What is this thing called love?" For you, Something to me, something that simply Mystifies me. Tell me, why should it be you have the Power to hypnotize me? Let me live near your spell. Do do that voodoo that you do so well. For you, Something to me that nobody Else. And that's why birds do it, bees do It. Even educated fleas do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love. In Spain, the best upper sets do it. Lithuanians and Letts do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love. The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it. Not to mention the Finns. Folks in Siam do it. Think of Siamese twins. Some Argentine without nine do it. Even Pekingese in the Ritz do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love. Love For sale. Advertising young love for sale. If you want to buy your wares, Follow me and climb the stairs. Love For sale. Night and day, You are the one. Only you beneath the moon and under the Sun. In the roaring traffic's boom, In the silence of my lonely room, I think of you. Night and day, You are the one. Only you beneath the moon and under the sun. In the roaring traffic's boom, In the silence of my lonely room, I think of you. You're the top, You're the Colosseum. You're the top, You're the Louvre Museum. You're melody from a symphony by Strauss. You're a bell that wanna say Shakespeare sonnet. You're Mickey Mouse. You're the Nile, You're the Tower of Pisa. You're a smile From a Mona Lisa. I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, And flop. But, hey, baby, I'm the bottom, You are the top. It's the wrong time And the wrong place. Though your face is charming, it's the wrong Face. It's not his face, but such a Charming face That it's all right with me. It's the wrong song In the wrong style. Though your smile is lovely, it's the wrong smile. It's not his smile, but such a Tempting smile. It was just one of those things. Just one of those crazy things. One of those flings that now and then clings. Just one of those things. It was just one of those nights. Just one of those times you must fly and Fly to the moon on gossamer wings. Just one of those things. If we had thought of it to the end Of it when we started painting the town, We would have been aware that our love affair Was too hot not to cool down. So goodbye, dear, and Hello. Here's hoping we meet now and then. It was great fun, but it was just one Of those things. I saw you there One wonderful day. You took my heart And threw it away. That's why I ask the Lord in heaven Above, "What is this thing called Love?"