I'm susceptible to stars in the skies
I'm incurably romantic
If they're told to me all covered with sighs
The wildest of lies seems true
Each time a lovebird sings
I have no defenses
My heart is off on wings
Along with my senses
I'm a set up for the moon when it's bright
I'm incurably romantic
And I shouldn't be allowed out at night
With anyone quite like you
But, oh Your arms are nice
And it would be awfully nice
If you turned out to be starry eyed like me
And incurably romantic too