Veneno Para El Corazon

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always found it best
Instead of getting 'em off my chest
To let 'em rest unexpressedI hate parading, serenading
As I'll probably miss the bar
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you how great you areYou're the tops
You're the Colosseum
You're the top
You're the Louvre MuseumYou're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet
A Shakespeare's sonnet
You're Mickey MouseYou're the Nile
You're the Tower of Pisa
Mama, you're the smile
On the Mona LisaI'm a worthless check
A total wreck, a flop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the topYou're the top
You're Mahatma Gandhi
You're the top
You're Napoleon BrandyYou're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain
You're the National Gallery
You're Crosby's salary
You're cellophaneMama you're sublime
You're a turkey dinner
Oh, you're the time of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to popBut if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top