I add two and two the most simple addition   Then swear that the figures are lying   I'm a much better comic than mathematician   'Cause I'm better on stage than at intermission   And as far as the man is concerned   If I've been burned, well I haven't learn      I know he's around   When the sky and the ground starting ringing   I know that he's near by the thunder I hear in advance   His words and his words alone   Are the words that can start my heart singing   And his is the only music that makes me dance      He'll sleep and he lies in the light of two eyes   That adore him   Oh, bore him it might but he won't leave my sight   For a glance      In every way, every single day   I need less of myself I need more him, more him   And his is the only music that makes me dance   Yes, his is the only music that makes me dance   Oh, dance