Spike Jones I Kiss Your Hand Madame
In dreams I kiss your hand, madame
Your dainty fingertips
And while in slumberland, madame
I’m begging for your lips
I haven’t any right, madame
To do the things I do
Just when I hold you tight, madame
You vanish with the night, madame
In dreams I kiss your hand, madame
And pray my dreams come true
(Rep once more)
