A popular song from 1934.
Words by George Whiting and Nat Schwartz.
Music by J. C. Johnson.
Sheet music provided by Nicholas Leunissen:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
I’m so glad I found you
I’m so lucky, too
Must confess you’re ideal
Still when I’m around you
I find words are few
To express how I feel
Chorus:
Oh! believe it, beloved, because it’s true
You’re all that I want you to be
You’re a darling, adorable devil who
Loves someone who looks like me
First it was your eyes that said it
Your arms took credit
Your lips said, “Please take care”
Soon there was a gentle murmur
That grew much firmer
I lost my heart right there
You delicious delightful, delirium
Just see what your love’s done to me
Oh! believe it, beloved, because it’s true
You’re all that I want you to be