6 6 5 4 5 4 The sweet est per fec tion 6 6-5 4 4 To call my own 6 6 5 6 5 4 The slight est cor rec tion 6 6 6 9 6 Could n't fine ly hone
8 9 8 9 8 7 7 I stop and I stare too much 8 9 8 9 8 7 7 A fraid that I care too much 8 9 8 9 8 7 7 And I hard ly dare to touch 8 9 8 9 8 9 8 9 8 For fear that the spell may be brok en
9 9 8 7 8 7 The sweet est per fec tion 9 9 8 7 9 An of fer was made 9 9 9 8 7 8 7 An a ssort ed col lec tion 9 9 8 7 9 But I would n't trade