Too Marvelous for Words / Day In - Day Out / That Old Black Magic

I search for phrases

To sing your praises

But there aren't any magic adjectives

To tell you all you are

You're just too marvelous

Too marvelous for words

Like glorious, glamorous

And that old standby, amorous

It's all too wonderful

I'll never find the words

That say enough, tell enough

I mean they just aren't swell enough

You're much too much

And just too very, very

To ever be in Webster's Dictionary

Here's what Mr. Irving Berlin had to

Say about Johnny Mercer, and I quote

"Johnny Mercer was a great, great songwriter. He wasn't just

A lyricist, he was a songwriter, and there's a big difference

He started out as a singer, as did I," said Mr. Berlin, "

And so he knows exactly where words should fall, and when to

Use an open vowel instead of a closed vowel. He's got a great

Feel for words and always knows where to put them." End quote

And so I'm borrowing

A love song from the birds

To tell you that you're marvelous

So marvelous with words

Day in, day out

The same old hoodoo follows me about

The same old pounding in my heart

Whenever I think of you

And, darling, I think of you

Day in and day out

Day out, day in

I needn't tell you how my days begin

When I awake I awaken with a tingle

One possibility in view

That possibility of maybe seeing you

That old black magic has me in its spell

That old black magic that you weave so well

Those icy fingers up and down my spine

That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine

That same old tingle that I feel inside

And then the elevator starts its ride

And down and down I go

Round and round I go

Like a leaf that's caught in the tide

I should stay away, but what can I do?

I hear your name, and I'm aflame