I sit in the sun and one by one I collect my thoughts and I think them over Say to myself, "Sit tight on the shelf As long as you feel that you're in Clover" Why be in haste when you've nothing to waste? The best things come without rhyme or reason Sit in the sun, the sun, the sun And you might be in love by the end of the season I sit in the sun and one by one I forget all the gentlemen I'm refusing One happy day, the summer may Provide an Adonis of my own choosing Maybe I'll wait till it's too late But I will have waited for one good reason Here in the sun, the sun, the sun I might be in love by the end of the season