Love, love, love

There's a girl I'm wild about,

Every time I take her out

I hurry, I scurry, I worry so.

And we always can be found, 

where there's no-one else around

If I lost her, what a blow, I love her oh-wo-oh

Yes I love her in the morning and I love her at night

I love her, oh, I love her when the stars are shining bright

I love her in the Springtime and I love her in the Fall

But last night on the back porch, I love her best of all.