(verse) I'm so in love, and though it gives me joy intense, I can't decipher, if I'm a lifer, Or if it's just a first offense. I'm so in love, I've no sense of values at all. Is this a playtime affair of Maytime, Or is it a windfall?
(refrain) Is it an earthquake or simply a shock? Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock? Is it a cocktail this feeling of joy, Or is what I feel the real McCoy? Is it for all time, or simply a lark? Is it Granada I see or only Asbury Park? Is it a fancy not worth thinking of, Or is it at long last love?