Oh! Will you never let me be?

Oh! Will you never set me free?

The ties that bound us

Are still around us

There's no escape that I can see

And still those little things remain

That bring me happiness or pain

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces

An airline ticket to romantic places

A tinkling piano in the next apartment

Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant

A fair ground's painted swings

You came you saw you conquer'd me

When you did that to me

I knew somehow this had to be

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer

A telephone that rings but who's to answer?

First daffodils and long excited cables

And candle lights on little corner tables

The park at evening when the bell has sounded

The "Ile de France" with all the gulls around it

The beauty that is Spring's

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations

Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations

Gardenia perfume ling'ring on a pillow

Wild strawb'ries only seven francs a kilo

The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses

The waiters whistling as the last bar closes

The song that Crosby sings

The scent of smould'ring leaves, the wail of steamers

Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers