In your appointment book
You'll see you and I have a date
Let me refresh your memory;
Darling you can't be late
Don't forget, dinner at eight
Two gardenias at your plate !
Under the table our hands will meet!
We should be able to be discreet
Lights are dim, moonlight above
That's how people fall in love!
Just tell your mother you might be late
Don't forget, dinner at eight