The night is like a lovely tune
Beware, my foolish heart
How white the ever constant moon
Take care, my foolish heart.

There's a line between love and fascination
That's hard to see how many names such as this
For they both have the very same sensation
When you're locked in the magic of a kiss.

Her lips are much too close to mine
Beware, my foolish heart
But should our eager lips combine
Then let the fire start.

For this time it isn't fascination
Or a dream that will fade and fall apart
It's love; this time it's love
My foolish heart.