There're no eyes like mine,
And no smile like mine,
And no lips like mine,
I feel you know…
There’re many things to start,
And many ways to drive,
But where shall we go,
To feel no sorrow…
There is no scent like yours,
And no hugs like yours.
And no kiss like yours,
I want to follow…
There’re many things to start,
And many ways to drive,
But where shall we go
To feel no sorrow...