With Anne On My Arm

Girls have come and gone, Papa
Angelique and Antoinette
Or did I prefer Leslie or Helene?
It was all a blur and yet, Papa.

When Anne comes running down the street
I link my arm in hers
Girls have come and gone
Girls may come and go
But something very odd occurs, Papa.

'Cause life is in perfect order
With Anne on my arm
It makes my shoulders broader
With Anne on my arm.

Even when things won't gel
And the pieces won't fit
I'm suddenly in, I'm suddenly on
I'm suddenly it.

Who else can make me feel
Like I'm handsome and tall?
Who else can make me feel
I'm on top of it all?

I found a combination
That works like a charm
I'm simply a man
Who walks on the stars
Whenever it's Anne on my arm.

Life is a celebration
With Anne on my arm
Walking's a new sensation
With Anne on my arm.

Each time I face a morning
That's boring and bland
With you, it looks good
With you it looks great
With you, it looks grand.

Somehow, she put
A permanent star in my eye
Even the dead of winter
Can feel like July.

We start a conflagration
That's cause for alarm
We're giving off sparks
We're setting off bells
Whenever it's you on my arm.

Who else can make me feel
Like I'm handsome and tall?
Who else can make me feel
I'm on top of it all?

I found a combination
That works like a charm
I'm simply a man
Who walks on the stars
Whenever it's Anne on my arm.