My Foolish Heart — Manhattan Transfer

The night is like a lovely tune Beware, my foolish heart How white the ever-constant moon Take care, my foolish heart

There's a line between love and fascination So hard to see on an evening such as this For they both give the very same sensation When you're lost in the magic of a kiss

His lips are much to close to mine Take care, my foolish heart But should our eager lips combine Then let the fires start

For this time it isn't fascination Or a dream that will fade and fall apart This time it's love This time it's love, my foolish heart

For this time it isn't fascination Nor a dream that will fade and fall apart This time it's love This time it's love, my foolish heart