(C.Porter) 



I was a hum-drum person

Leading a life apart

When love flew in through my window wide

And quickened my hum-drum heart

Love flew in thorugh my window

I was so happy then

But after love had stayed a little while

Love flew out again



What is this thing called love?

This funny thing called love?

Just who can solve its mystery?

Why should it make a fool of me?



/: I saw you there one wonderful day

You took my heart and threw it away

That's why I ask the Lord in Heaven above

What is this thing called love?