You can't be much surprised to hear I think you're sweller than swell But granting all your virtues, Dear, you've certain feelings as well You don't sing enough, you don't dance enough You don't drink the great wines of France enough You're not wild enough You're not gay enough You don't let me lead you astray enough You don't live enough, you don't dare enough You don't give enough, you don't care enough You don't make my sad life sunny enough Yet, sweetheart, funny enough I've got you on my mind Although I'm disinclined, You're not so hot, you, But I've got you on my mind I'd thank the gods above If I could only love Somebody not you But I've got you on my mind Let my poor upset leisure be Otherwise my pet treasure be And arrange to let pleasure be A bit less refined. For, darling, not until I get that famous thrill Will I be resigned I've got you on my mind