IT'S THE PRETTY THINGS YOU SAY
(Alfred Bryan / Ted Snyder,   1908)


You ask the reason why I love but you, 
Little girl of mine; 
And would you believe me if I told you true, 
Little girl divine!
There's a thousand reasons why I love you so, 
But I can't tell why; 
But you've asked the question and you want to know, 
So I'll try, try, try.

All the stars shine brighter, little girl of mine, 
If you're only nigh; 
And your eyes shine brighter than the stars that shine,
Can you tell me why? 
Tell me why I'm happy when your voice I hear? 
Why your eyes are blue? 
Then I'll tell the reason why I love you dear, 
Only you, you, you!

It's the pretty things you say, dear, 
And the pretty things you do;
It's the pretty smiles you smile, dear, 
And your pretty eyes of blue; 
it's the pretty look you give me 
When I ask you to be true,
It's the very pretty girl you are, 
That's why I am so fond of you.