I’d love to kiss you in the moonlight in the Schoenbrunn Palace belvedere, But kissing’s not for me. And I’d make love to you like no man had made love to you before… In theory. I know the places you have been and I’ve got things I really mean To do with you. So much more beautiful than Leonardo guessed, but I’m forgetting, Yes, I’m forgetting That 20 years of sin and luxury Have contrived to make a ruin out of me. It’s really pretty hard to see Why somebody like you should want to stop and talk to me, But I say Baby, couldn’t you use a beautiful mind? Darling, couldn’t you use a beautiful mind? All I’ve got to offer you is my time, But it’s a real good time. Baby, we’d be fine. The tennis-playing poet Frederick wrote that if she knew his feelings The odds were she’d be scared. And now, I must admit, a part of me is being too revealing, But I don’t care. I go too far, I always do, I’d like to go too far with you From A to O. And though they try to demonise that gorgeous undertow of wickedness, I’m pretty sure you know. If only 20 years of luxury and greed Hadn’t served to make a monster out of me. Aw, it’s all futility. Why should someone like you even stop and talk to me? But I still say Baby, couldn’t you use a beautiful mind? Darling, couldn’t you use a beautiful mind? A love like yours is hard to find. Christ knows, I took my time. Baby, please be mine. You can’t do it, you can’t sing it You can’t beat it, you’d better bin it. You can’t do it, you can’t sing it You can’t beat it, you can’t bin it. Baby, couldn’t you use a beautiful mind?

Credit: Pat Fish 2006-06