Here’s to the one and only one,
And may that one be he
Who loves but one and only one,
And my that one be me.

Here’s to love, that begins with a
fever and ends with a yawn.

Here’s to Cupid, the little squirt,
He’s lost his pants, he’s lost his shirt,
He’s lost most everything but his aim,
Which shows that love is a losing game.

Do you love me
Or do you not?
You told me once
But I forgot.

Come in the evening, or come in the morning,
Come when you are looked for, or come without warning,
A thousand welcomes you will find here before you,
And the oftener you come here the more I’ll adore you.

Brew me a cup for a winter’s night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I’ll toast your bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.

Because I love you truly,
Because you love me, too
My very greatest happiness
Is sharing life with you.