| Let the camera linger on your perfect skin | |
| Your widows peak and your lucky grin | |
| And the bluest eyes I know | |
| As you turn to go | |
| Let there be a record of your gorgeous voice | |
| The turn of phrase that filled my days with joy | |
| Something like Bing singing soft and low | |
| As you turn to go | |
| I know I'm not supposed to say I'm sorry | |
| I know you've had more loves than Mata Hari | |
| But you know you're the star of my life story | |
| And I'm so sorry | |
| Let the poets struggle to describe your heart | |
| Your art of love and your love of art | |
| Well, if you ever loved me | |
| Tell me so | |
| As you turn to go |