The Winner Of Your Heart

(albüm: Winner Of Your Heart - 1957)

If you could read my mind you wouldn't be so blind
Can't you see that I'm in love with you
My lips would make no sound my head just spins around
My tongue gets tired and I can't make a sound

I'd like to make you mine and squeeze you till you're blind
Bless your little heart you're just my kind
I'd like for you to know I'm too wiseful to say
So I'd like to be the winner of your heart

I can't eat a bite I've lost my appetite
I'm so lovesick I think I'm gonna die
When I hear your name I simply go insane
My friends all think I'm sick but I'm in love

I'd like to make you mine and squeeze you till you're blind
Bless your little heart you're just my kind
I'd like for you to know I'm too wiseful to say
So I'd like to be the winner of your heart