Broadway Melody
It's a hot day, it's a fraught day,
it's a day you think about the ought way;
it's a not-bray, it's a caught lay;
Mister Stranger, it's called love.
It's a stream bend, it's a land's end,
it's a note at night you hope you don't send;
it's a juice blend, it's a can't-fend;
Mister Stranger, it's called love.
It's a dark ark, it's a Hark, Hark,
it's a Lois, Jimmy, and a Kent, Clark;
it's a bent quark, it's a stark lark;
Mister Stranger, it's called love.