Frank Sinatra — Mad About You

Here am I, mad about you, mad about you I can't lie, I'm mad about you, mad about you Though I said to my heart, don't fall How I love the enchantment of it all If you knew all the dreams I've had about you Then you'd know that I've got it bad about you Press your lips to my lips and hold me near, so near Can't you see I'm mad about you, dear If you knew all those dreams I've had about you Then you'd know that I've got it bad about you Press your lips to my lips and hold me near, so near Settle down, you, gadabout, you Please don't make me sad about you Can't you see I'm mad about you, dear