Loesser

Velvet, I can wish you for the collar of your coat
And fortune smiling all along your way
But more I cannot wish you then to wish you find your love
Your own [bad word] love this day.

Mansions, I can wish you, seven footmen all in red
And calling cards upon a silver tray
But more I cannot wish you then to wish you find your love
Your own [bad word] love this day.

Standing there, gazing at you
Full of the bloom of youth
Standing there, gazing at you
With the sheepish eye and the look of the [bad word] 

Music, I can wish you, merry music while you're young
And wisdom when your hair has turned to gray
But more I cannot wish you then to wish you find your love
Your own [bad word] love this day.

With the sheepish eye and the look of the [bad word] 
And the strong arms to carry you away.