The thing I like is that you're not mad about me
The thing I like is that I'm not mad about you
That the heavy globe will never
Slip away under our foot
The thing I like is that I can be foolish
And loose, without playing words
Without losing breath and blushing
Because of brushing our sleeves
Thank you, from my heart and soul
That, though you hardly know
You love me for quite nights with me
For rare meeting at the dawn time
For not walking with me under the moon
For the sun that is not above our heads
That you're, alas, not mad about me
That I'm, alas, not mad about you