I add two and two, the most simple addition

Then swear that the figures are lying

I'm a much better comic than mathematician

'cause I'm better on stage than at intermission

And as far as the man is concerned

If I've been burned

I haven't learned.

I know he's around

When the sky and the ground start in ringing

I know when he's near

By the thunder I hear in advance

His words, and his words alone

Are the words that can start my heart singing

And his is the only music that makes me dance.

He'll sleep and he'll rise

By the light of two eyes that adore him

Bore him it might

But he won't leave my sight for a glance

In every way, every day, I need less of myself

And need more him, more him

'cause his is the only music that makes me dance

'cause his is the only music that makes me dance.