In your Easter bonnet
With all the frills upon it
You’ll be the grandest lady
In the Easter parade
I could say that you’re homely
Just as homely as pie
But this is Washington’s birthday
And I’ve got to say you’re beautiful
‘Cause I can’t tell a lie
Be careful, it’s my heart
It’s not my watch you’re holding, it’s my heart
It’s not the note I sent you
That you quickly burned
It’s not the book I lent you
That you never returned
Remember, it’s my heart
Upon a February morn
A tiny baby boy was born
Abraham, Abraham
One minute to midnight
One minute to go
One minute to say good-bye
Before we say hello
Happy holiday, happy holiday
While the merry bells keep ringing
May your every wish come true
Ev’ry time
I see a puppy upon a summer’s day
A puppy dog at play
My heart is filled with envy
That’s because
My heart is yearning to pass the time away
Like that pup
’cause I’m all fed up
And tho’ it’s wrong to be
I long to be
I could dance nightly
Just holding you tightly, my sweet
I could keep right on
Because you’re so light on your feet
You’re easy to dance with
Here she comes, down the street
My, oh my, ain’t she sweet?
Why, here comes my hot toddy
Over my dead body
My Heart Tells Me (Should I Believe My Heart?) was a 1940s standard, It has been recorded by numerous artists, including:
Titled “My Heart Tells Me (Should I Believe My Heart?)”, it topped The Billboard’s National Best Selling Retail Records chart for five weeks in 1944.
