It had to be you, it had to be you;

I wandered around, and finally found - the somebody who

Could make me be true, could make me be blue; 

And even be glad, just to be sad, thinking of you.



Some others I've seen, might never be mean;

Might never be cross, or try to be boss,

But they wouldn't do.

For nobody else, gave me a thrill - with all your faults, I love you still.

It had to be you, wonderful you;

It had to be you.