GRACE:
[spoken] Why do I do just as you say?
Why must I just give you your way?
...It's so scribbled I can't read it.

GUS:
[spoken] Why do I sigh? Why do I try to forget?
It must have been that something lovers call fate that
kept on saying I had to wait.
I saw them all,

[singing] just couldn't fall, till we met.
It had to be you, it had to be you,
I wondered around and finally found somebody who
could make me be true, could make me be blue,
and even be glad, just to be sad, thinking of you.
Some others I've seen, might never be mean,
might never be cross, or try to be boss,
but they wouldn't do.
Nobody else gave me a thrill,
with all your faults I love you still.
It had to be you, wonderful you,
It had to be you.