I wandered around, and finally found - the somebody who
Could make me be true, could make me be blue;

And even be glad, just to be sad, thinking of you.

Some others I've seen, might never be mean;

Might never be cross, or try to be boss,
But they wouldn't do.
For nobody else, gave me a thrill - with all your faults, I love you still.

It had to be you, wonderful you;
It had to be you.