It had to be you, it had to be you;   I wandered around, and finally found - the somebody who   Could make me be true, could make me be blue;    And even be glad, just to be sad, thinking of you.      Some others I've seen, might never be mean;   Might never be cross, or try to be boss,   But they wouldn't do.   For nobody else, gave me a thrill - with all your faults, I love you still.   It had to be you, wonderful you;   It had to be you.