If love had feet, it can walk. If love had feet, it can walk.

 To stay on own feet.  To stay on own feet.

The weary feet of mine On the fulgent white skin of thine The weary feet of mine On the fulgent white skin of thine

O dear past! You are wicked and sweet, O dear past! You are wicked and sweet,

You are above my thinking level, How do I compliment you? You are above my thinking level, How do I compliment you?

The baby feet..... The baby feet.....