Something sweet, Something sort of grandish Sweeps my soul When thou art near. My heart feels so sugar candish My hand feels so ginger beer. Something so dareish So I don't careish, Stirs me from limb to limb. It's so terrifish, magnifish, delish. To have such an amorish glamorish dish. We could be oh, so bride and groomish Skies could be so bluish blue. Life could be so love in bloomish, If my ishes could come true. Thou art sweet, Thou art sort of grandish, Thou outlandish cavalier. Fromnow on, we're hand in handish Romeo and Guinevere Thou'rt so adorish Toujours l'amourish. I'm so cherchez la femme. Why should I vanquish, Relinquish, resish, When I simply relish this swellish condish. I might be manishish or mouseish I might be a fowl or fish, But with thee I'm Eisenhowzish. Please accept my propasish You're under my skinish, So please be give-inish Or it's the beginish of the finish of me.