| Sweetheart, wasn’t there a moon |
| Wasn’t it in June I met you |
| Sweetheart, wasn’t that the start |
| Things began to happen to my hungry heart |
| You had me spellbound, bewildered by your charms |
| Heaven or hell bound I must be in your arms |
| Tell me am I only moonstruck |
| Or is this really love |
| Each time you kiss me you thrill me to the sky |
| Why should such bliss be so hard to analyze |
| Tell me am I only moonstruck |
| Or is this really love. |
| What is this thing that attracts me, distracts me |
| Just like a mysterious game |
| What is this strange new flame |
| I cannot seem to name |
| Though I endeavor I just can’t see the light |
| Will it last forever or only for tonight |
| Tell me am I only moonstruck |
| Or is this really love. |
| What is this thing that attracts me, distracts me |
| Just like a mysterious game |
| What is this strange new flame |
| I cannot seem to name |
| Though I endeavor I just can’t see the light |
| Will it last forever or only for tonight |
| Tell me am I only moonstruck |
| Or is this really love. |