Ah, how lovely, how lovely you smile
Girl, how lovely, how lovely you look1
No one can take a stand against you, believe me
With your glances, you dap your eyes on everyone
That silver tongue, smiling face of yours
Take it from me, thrills one to bits
Aren't you au fait with it?
Everyone's running after you
Girl, the one who'll have you under his spell will tick2
Will get rid of the burrs in his saddle3
It's been a rapturousness
By jingo,4 it's been a gesture
1. Glance, not appearance2. Briefly, he'll very happy3. Pest/Trouble4. In truth