I like New York in June, how about you?
I like potato chips, moonlight and motor trips
When all the lights are low
I love a fireside when a storm is due
I'd love to see your name right beside mine
Will depend on little pleasures they will share
I can see we're in harmony
How about you?
How about you?
May not be new, but I like it
But the note they end on
Holding hands in the movie show
And Franklin Roosevelt's looks give me a thrill
I'd love to dream of fame, maybe I'll shine
So let us compare
I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?
I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill
Looks like we both agree
On what to do, and I like it