Blue-eyed bride

Haven't got a clue why you cried
my dear and lovely bride
gonna take ya for a ride
my little red-heared blue-eyed
together we'll book us a flight

way up to the shiny silvery moon
we'll cocoon on our honeymoon
we'll fly straight up by balloon
on a tropical night in June
and I'll whistle you a lovetune

and when finally we return home
from our long lasting roam
in beautiful antique Rome
I'll compose you a lyrical poem
and poor you a coupe from my Jeroboam.