(Richard Rodgers/Lorentz Hart)
He dances overhead
On the ceiling near my bed
In my sight
Through the night
I try to hide in vain
Underneath my counterpane
There's my love up above
I whisper
Go away, my lover, it's not fair
But I'm so grateful to discover
He's still there
I love my ceiling more
Since it is a dancing floor
Just for my love
In my sight
All through the night
There's my love up above
I whisper
Go away, my lover, it ain't fair
But I'm so grateful to discover
He's still there
I love my ceiling more
Since it is a dancing floor
Just for my love
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