I need your love so badly,
I love you, oh, so madly
But I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you!
I thought at last I'd found you,
But other lovers surround you
And «I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you!»
If you'd surrender
Just for a tender
Kiss or two
You might discover,
That I'm the lover
Meant for you
And I'd be true,
But what's the good of scheming
I know I must be dreaming