Shall I entitle you 'my Queen,' Or treat you like a princess? Do you remember where we've been Through this very special days? So, I have to admit. Yesterday was with us. You were a fair brunette, And I'm that handsome lad. We bumped on into each other And you, dear, was almost mad. You scared me of your monstrous stare, But I threw you back my love. Now my hair had turned to gray. And your hair too; And there's these words I'd like to say: 'Babe, I love you.'