I'm susceptible to stars in the skies
I'm incurably romantic
If they're told to me all covered with sighs
The wildest of lies seems true
Each time a lovebird sings
I have no defenses
My heart is off on wings
Along with my senses
I'm a set-up for the moon when it's bright
I'm incurably romantic
And I shouldn't be allowed out at night
With anyone quite like you
But, oh! Your arms are nice
And it would be awfully nice
If you turned out to be starry-eyed like me
And incurably romantic too