Uh, Warner? Is it possible? For me to love? Think a moment, think of me Me whom the plainest woman would despise Whom shall I love? Why of course it must be the woman in the world The most beautiful Take these eyes of mine Beyond compare ♪ Well, why not? If you love her, tell her so She might laugh at me That is the one thing in this world I fear ♪ My old friends ♪ Now and then, huh I may grow tender walking alone in the blue cool of evening through some garden Fresh with flowers after the benediction of the rain And I follow with my eyes where some boy With a girl upon his arm Passes a patch of silver I feel, somehow I wish I had a woman too, walking with me under the moon And holding my arm and smiling And then I dream And I forget And I see the shadow of my profile on the wall ♪ And I have my bitter days knowing myself so ugly, so alone Ah, but your wit, your courage Why that poor child who just now offered you your dinner You saw it, her eyes did not avoid you Her lips parted, her hand at her breast, thus I saw it Speak to her, speak man ♪ Speak to her, speak man ♪ Pardon, Monsieur? Uh, a man ought never to go hungry? I have everything here, please? For fear that I may give you pain if I refuse I will take something Nothing more? Why, yes Your hand to kiss