You Do
Josef Myrow, Mack Gordon
Who knows how much I love you,
You do
No one means more to me than,
You do,
You take December and smile it into May,
And then December comes back again
When you're away
Who has a charm that very few do,
Who makes life necessary
You do.
And who can take my dreams,
And make my dreams come true
Who don't give me three guesses,
One will do.