Wait till you see him, see how he looks, wait till you hear him laugh. Painters of paintings, writers of books, never could tell the half. Wait till you feel the warmth of his glance, pensive and sweet and wise. All of it lovely, all of it thrilling, I'll never be willing to free him. When you see him, you won't believe your eyes. All of it lovely, all of it thrilling, I'll never be willing to free him. Wait till you feel the warmth of his glance, pensive and sweet and wise. All of it lovely, all of it thrilling, I'll never be willing to free him. When you see him, you won't believe your eyes.
