At Long Last Love

At Long Last Love
music and lyric by Cole Porter

I'm so in love and though it gives me joy intense,
I can't decipher if I'm a lifer, or if it's just a first offense.
I'm so in love, I've no sense of values at all.
Is this a playtime affair of May-time, or is it a windfall?

Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?
Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?
Is it a cocktail---this feeling of joy, or is what I feel the real McCoy?
Have I the right hunch or have I the wrong?
Will it be Bach I shall hear or just a Cole Porter song?
Is it a fancy not worth thinking of, or is it at long last love?

Is it a rainbow or just a mirage?
Will it be tender and sweet or merely massage?
Is it a brainstorm in one of its quirks, or is it the best, the crest, the works?
Is it for all time or simply a lark?
Is it the Lido I see or only Asbury Park?
Should I say, "Thumbs down" and give it a shove, or is it at long last love?

Is it a breakdown, or is it a break?
Is it a real Porterhouse or only a steak?
What can account for these strange pitter-pats?
Could this be the dream, the cream, the cat's?
Is it to rescue or is it to wreck?
Is it an ache in the heart or just a pain in the neck?
Is it the ivy you touch with a glove, or is it at long last love?