Margaret Whiting My Foolish Heart
The night is like a lovely tune
Beware my foolish heart
How white the ever constant moon
Take care, my foolish heart
There's a line between love and fascination
That's hard to find on a moment such as this
And they all have the very same sensation
When you're lost in the magic of a kiss
Your lips are much too close to mine
Beware my foolish heart
But should our eager lips combine
Then let the fire start
For this time it isn't fascination
Or a dream that will fade and fall apart
It's love, this time it's love
My foolish heart
The night is like a lovely tune
Beware my foolish heart
How white the ever constant moon
Take care, my foolish heart
