My! My! کے بول

I wanna shout and fawn about how I dream of that gleam in your eye I wanna shout, but all that comes out is my, my! My, my! My, my! I wanna sing the flowers and spring but oh dear, when you're near, I just die I wanna sing, I can't sing a thing, but my, my! My, my! I should say: Oh, how lovely! I should say: Oh, how sweet! I should have shakespeare at the tip of my tongue But every time we meet I look at you, and what do I do? I get weak, I can't speak, I just sigh And though I try, the best I can say is my, my! You leave me breathless, my, my