( With Reservations )
He shall never know that I love him—
Until he asks if I do.
And I'll feel very much above him—
When he stoops to tie my shoe.
And I shall never kiss him—
Until he kisses me.
And I shall never miss him—
Till he sails over the sea.
And I shall never wed him,
Nor call myself his bride—
Till Cupid and I have led him
Right up to the minister's side.