(con conrad, gladys dubois, russ columbo, paul gregory)
I can抰 forget the night I met you,
That抯 all I抦 dreaming of.
Now you call it madness,
But I call it love.
You made a promise to be faithful
By all the stars above.
And now you call it madness,
But I call it love.
My heart is beating,
It keeps repeating for you constantly.
You抮e all I抦 needing
And so I抦 pleading,
Please come back to me.
You made a plaything out of romance,
What were you thinking of?
Now you call it madness,
But I call it love.
~interlude~
You made a plaything out of romance,
And what were you thinking of?
For now you call it madness,
But I call it love.
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