If i were a bumblebee,
I'd sting you on the kisser.
And if you were a ladybug,

you'd say to me "No, Mister."
That's the way with bugs and lovers.
And if you were a flower in spring,

I'd come to take your pollen.
And if we were walking the park
and all the leaves were falling.

Oh, that's the way with parks and flowers.

If ever you're a little blue,

I'll swing by with some colors.
I'll sing to you and you'll sing too,
and there's no need for others.

cause that's the way with you and me.

You and me.

You and me.
You and me.