(richard rodgers/lorentz hart)
He dances overhead
on the ceiling near my bed
in my sight
through the night
I try to hide in vain
underneath my counterpane
there's my love up above
I whisper
go away, my lover, it's not fair
but i'm so grateful to discover
he's still there
I love my ceiling more
since it is a dancing floor
just for my love
In my sight
all through the night
There's my love up above
I whisper
go away, my lover, it ain't fair
but i'm so grateful to discover
he's still there
I love my ceiling more
since it is a dancing floor
just for my love