I could look at you and never tire of the view
Ev’ry time I do I know I’m gazing at a lovelt star
And now please let me list all that I insist
Of all the things you are.

You’re Paris by moonlight, you’re Venice at dawn
You’re the Frick Museum when everyone’s gone
You’re a cucumber sandwich with sparkling wine
You’re everything, but you’re not mine

You’re the Garden of Eden before the great Fall
You’re springtime in Sweden after the thaw
You’re a latte at Starbuck’s, you’re a real find
You’re everything, but you’re not mine

Something there is about you, something you do mighty well
You make my life without you Dante’s last circle of Hell
How can you be so heartless, how can you do this to me
Put an end to my misery

You’re Apples’ new I-phone, you’re Bushmills on ice
You’re buffalo wings with lots of spice
The world is your oyster and I’m in a bind
You’re everything but you’re not mine

You’re blueberry pancakes with syrup still hot
You’re Colorado’s legal Pot
You’re tea at the White House, you’re beauty enshrined
You’re the best of the best, but you’re not mine

Why do you cause such torment, why do you torture me so
Is this the life for me meant here and wherever I go
I am resolved to have you, and to hold and possess
All I need is for you to say Yes.

You’re like a Steinway that’s always in tune
You’re a Christmas gift that comes in June
You’re a summer tomato fresh off the vine
You’re a Cadillac, but you’re not mine

You’re an etude by Chopin, a concerto by Bach,
You’re Berkshire Hathaway’s common stock
I’ll spend my days singing you’re praise
I won’t away until I hear you say
You’re not everything until you’re mine