I should have forgotten you long ago

But you're in every song I know

Whining and pining is wrong and so

On and so forth, of course of course,

But no, you can't have a divorce



I haven't seen you in ages

But it's not as bleak as it seems

We still dance on whirling stages

In my Busby Berkeley dreams

The tears have stained all the pages

Of my True Romance magazines

We still dance in my outrageously beautiful

Busby Berkeley dreams



And now you want to leave me for good

I refuse to believe you could

You forget we're not made of wood

Well darling you may do your worst

Because you'll have to kill me first



Do you think it's dangerous

To have Busby Berkeley dreams?