This song shows Berlin in a happier mood, telling us a story of a young gent who's been visited by Cupid and has fallen in love.
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Story behind the song
A tune representative of the popular music being produced just before the U. S. entered World War I. Berlin published this cute and wonderful ballad in 1917, a year when Berlin was starring at the Hippodrome in New York and billed as the "Ragtime King". How strange since Berlin had never even written a true Ragtime tune.
Lyrics
Verse 1
I never felt so happy be-fore, A little rascal knocked at my door;
It's Cupid that I'm speaking of, I'm in love, So in love;
I must confess that right from the start; I went and lost my heart.
Chorus
Wait till you see me with my sweetie, Showing her off to the crowd;
Looking so dreamy at my sweetie, Feeling so terribly proud;
She makes a specialty, Of looking good to me,
She ought to be right in Tiffany's window, She's a jewel, I know that you will agree.
Wait till I'm married to my sweetie, How happy I'll be;
I've got the bung-a-low paid for, I've had it 'specially made for;
My sweetie, Sweetie, eetie, eetie; My sweetie and me.