Just to prove that you're not mad, will ya give me a little kiss?...If you knew how crazy I am about ya, you wouldn't hesitate. I can't sleep nights...I must be in love, 'cause I started writin' poetry to ya.
To you my little prairie flower,
I'm thinkin' of you every hour.
Though now you're just a friend to me,
I wonder what the end will be.
Oh, you would make my life divine,
If you would change your name to mine.