Seems like dreams like I always had, could be, should be, making me glad. Why am I blue? It's up to you to explain. I'm thinking maybe, baby, I'll go away. Someday, someway, you'll come and say it's you I need. And you'll be pleading in vain. It had to be you. It had to be you. I wandered around and finally found somebody who could make me be true, could make me feel blue, and even be glad just to be sad thinking of you. Some others I've seen might never be me, might never be cross or try to be boss, but they wouldn't do, for nobody else gives me a thrill. With all your faults, dear, I love you still. It had to be you, wonderful you. It had to be you. Do, do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do, do. For nobody else gives me a thrill. With all your faults, dear, I love you still. It had to be you, wonderful you. It had to be you.