Inamorata, I'll always be your Valentine, for 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 You go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two Mon Cheri amour, for The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm happy as a king and foolish Though it may seem to me That's everything The mere idea of you The longing here for you You'll never know How slow the moments go Till I'm near to you I see your face in every flower You eyes in stars above It's just the thought of you The very thought of you my love The mere idea of you The longing here for you You'll never know How slow the moments go Till I'm near to you I see your face in every flower You eyes in stars above It's just the thought of you The very thought of you my love The very thought of you my love Preferred Rendition: Steve Tyrell