If I Could Be With You (one Hour Tonight) Lyrics - April In Paris, Featuring Body And Soul - Coleman Hawkins

Finally found a fella 

Almost completely divine 

But his vocabulary 

Is killin' this romance of mine 

We get into an intimate situation 

And then begins this Romeo's conversation 

He says, "Murder," he says 

Ev'ry time we kiss 

He says, "Murder," he says 

At a time like this 

He says, "Murder," he says 

Is that the language of love? 

He says, "Solid," he says 

Takes me in his arms 

And says, "Solid," he says 

Meanin' all my charms 

He says, "Solid," he says 

Is that the language of love? 

He says, "Chick, chick, you torture me 

Zoot! Are we livin'?" 

I'm thinkin' o' leavin' him flat 

He says, "Dig, dig, the jumps the old 

Ticker is givin'" 

Now, he can talk plainer than that 

He says, "Murder,"' he says 

Ev'ry time we kiss 

He says, "Murder," he says 

Keep it up like this 

And that's, "Murder," he says 

In that impossible tone 

It will bring on nobody's murder but his own 

He says, "Jackson," he says 

And my name's Marie 

He says, "Jackson," he says 

'Shoot the snoot to me' 

He says, "Jackson," he says 

Is that the language of love? 

He says, "Woof, woof," he says 

When he likes my hat 

He says, "Tsk, tsk," he says 

What the heck is that? 

He says, "Wooh, wooh," he says 

Is that the language of love? 

He says, "Hep, hep, with helium 

Now babe, we're cookin'" 

And other expressions to wit 

He says, "We're in da groove 

And da groove is good lookin'" 

He sounds like his uppers don't fit 

He says, "Murder" 

He says, "Murder" 

And the way he says, "Murder" 

In that impossible tone 

I've told him over and over and over again 

That it'll be nobody else's murder but his own