Susan wants to tell you
something.
What's she saying,
Henry?
I can't tell.
It's a secret.
Woody, you tell her.
A secret, a secret,
she says she's got a secret.
A secret, a secret,
a secret kind of secret.
She's aching for to shout it to every daffodil,
and tell the world about it.
In fact, she says she will.
She says, she says, if this isn't love,
the whole world is crazy.
If this isn't love, I'm daft as a daisy.
With moons all around and cows
jumping over
There's something amiss and I'll
eat my hat if this is n't love
I'm feeling like the apple on top of
William
Tell
With this I cannot grapple because
Because
You're so adorable!
If this isn't love,
then winter is summer.
If this isn't love,
my heart needs a plumber.
I'm swinging on stars,
I'm riding on rainbows.
I'm bursting with bliss,
and I'll kiss your hand if this isn't love.
If this isn't love, I am
Carmen
Miranda.
If this isn't love, it's red propaganda.
If this is a dream, and if I should wake up, will you hear a hiss,
will my face be red if this is n't love?
I'm getting tired of waiting
and sticking to the rules.
This feeling calls for mating like birds.
And bees.
And other animals.
If this isn't love,
we're all seemed above.
If this isn't love, I'm really in trouble.
If I'm not the girl,
and I'm not the hero.
A kiss ain't a kiss,
it's a crisis manifest.
This is n't love, this is n't love,
this isn't love, this is n't love!