Writer(s): Rodgers/Hart
Lover, when I’m near you, and I hear you — speak my name
Softly, in my ear you — breathe a flame
Lover, it’s immoral, but why quarrel — with our bliss
When, two lips of coral — want to kiss
I say (that) the devil is in you, and to resists you — I try
But if you didn’t continue — I would die
Lover, please be tender, when you’re tender — fears depart
Lover, I surrender — to my heart
