I've a girl on my arm with an elegant charm, A London lass of beauty non-pareil.
My gal in Paris is divine as can be, I love her so as anyone could clearly tell.
Though many could abide this merry lover's ride,
There can't be any joy for me until I make my heart decide.
For she's wonderful too, what am I gonna do?
My mind's in a whirl over each lovely girl, Cos she's wonderful too.
She's marvellous too, how can a man be true?
And where is the chance for a lasting romance When she's wonderful too?
When true love is a work of art, Painted by Cupid's bow.
To true love's end you feel your heart, Wishing in a way that you had no one.
She's wonderful too, I haven't got a clue Just how, when, or who, I should say I love
you too, Both so sublime, just one lifetime.
I think I know, and then I seem to say again, She's simply wonderful too.