Vārdi: Marc Cohn. Fever. Perfect Love.

Down by the boathouse at Shaker Lake
When there wasn?t nothing but love to make
They were two young lovers wishing on the stars above.

Well, they carved their initials in an old birch tree
With a heart and an arrow and a sixty-three
You had to be blind not to see...

It was a perfect love
It was a perfect love
Ooh, yeah, yeah.

Well, they worked one summer together at the ?64 World?s Fair
They met Robert Kennedy there
That was right before the fall

And they saved up a little bit of money for his career
And they talked about the future underneath the giant sphere.
And all around them, the little voices were singing
It?s a small world after all
Yes it is, small world after all. And it was...

Perfect love
It was a perfect love
Ooh, yeah, yeah.
(Under the moon and stars above
It was a perfect love)

Now they were dizzy from dancing on Rockaway Beach
They came to Rockaway
And everything they dreamed of was still within reach
Dreaming... dreaming as the years roll by
Like they always do.

Well, they had their share of hard times, too
But whatever they were, they never let it get them down.

Now, they just go walking down a country lane
See the leaves changing in the misty rain
And only one thing remains the same

Just a perfect love
Ooh, yeah, yeah
(Under the moon and stars above
It was a perfect love)