Frank Sinatra - Indiscreet

Indiscreet - it's indiscreet,

To gaze at you - each time we meet
I've told my eyes - they must disguise - this yearning
Yes it's indiscreet - quite indiscreet,

To find your touch - so bitter sweet
You're close to me and suddenly I'm burning
While I ask myself: "Where is your pride?"

Irresistibly I'm drawn to your side
And (Yes) it's indiscreet - so indiscreet,

But love is swift - and time is sweet
And oh my dear - I crave the nearness of you
To love you is why my heart must be - so love me –

It can't be indiscreet.