Not for all the grapes in France
Would I exchange the pleasure
That I get with every measure
When we dance

Not for all the kilts in Scotland
Not for all the bulls in Spain
Would I give up arriving
At your house although you're driving
Me insane

Not for all the onions in Bermuda
Or the cheeses that are made by the Swiss

Would I exchange that first kiss
That you gave me

Not for all the beans in Boston
Not for all the steaks in Moore's
Would I agree to part with
All the joy you filled my heart with
When you said, "I'm yours