What a smile.
What a smile.
My gentleman in the making.
He loves me.
Golden heart, gentle touch,
What happened?
To my gentleman in the making.
He loves me.
Doesn't he?
What a smile.
Where are you now?
What have you found?
Did you know that I can't make it,
Now that you're not around?
No gentleman to light my path,
No sweetheart.
What now?
What now?
He was supposed to be happy.
And now they weep and they cry.
They loved him.
And so did I.
Where ever you are my dear, my dear.
I hope it's a place with sparkling stars.
And beautiful roses,
And everything that makes a gentleman happy.
Because if that's what he left us for,
Then it should be worthwhile.
And now the angels can have your smile.