Why this feeling?
Why this glow?
Why this thrill when you say hello?
It's a strange and tender magic
you do.
Mr. Wonderful,
that's you.
Why this trembling when you speak?
Why this joy when you touch my cheek?
I must tell you what my heart knows is true.
Mr. Wonderful,
that's you.
Why this longing to know your charms?
To spend forever here in your arms?
With much more I
could say.
But the words
keep slipping away.
And I'm left with only one point of view.
Mr. Wonderful,
that's you.
One more thing,
then I'm through.
Mr. Wonderful,
Mr. Wonderful,
Mr. Wonderful.