Cut The Jazz

Wait 'till you see him
 See how he looks
 Wait 'till you see him
 Wait till you hear him laugh
 Painters of paintings
 Writers of books
 Never could tell the half
 Wait 'till you see him
 See how he looks
 Wait 'till you see him
 See how he looks
 Wait 'till you see him
 Wait till you hear him laugh
 Wait till you feel
 The warmth of his glance
 Pensive and sweet and wise
 All of it lovely, all of it thrilling
 I'll never be willing to free him
 When you see him
 You won't believe your eyes
 You won't believe, you won't believe
 Your eyes, your eyes
 Wait 'till you see him
 You won't believe your eyes
 You won't believe, you won't believe
 Your eyes