Whenever skies look gray to me
And trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds [bad word] too strong
I concentrate on you

When fortune cries nay, nay to me
And people declare "You're through"
Whenever the blues [bad word] my only song
I concentrate on you

On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When at first my kiss you decline
On that look in your eyes
When you surrender
And once again our arms intertwine

And so when wise men say to me
That loves young dream [bad word] [bad word] 
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you.
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You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning 'round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne