Writer(s): J. McHugh / D. Fields
I can’t give you anything but love, baby,
That’s the only thing I’ve plenty of, baby.
Dream awhile, scheme awhile, we’re here to find
Happiness and I guess, all those things you’ve always pined for.
Gee, I’d like to see you looking swell, baby,
Diamond bracelets Woolworth doesn’t sell, baby.
Till that lucky day you know darn well, baby,
I can’t give you anything but love.