A popular song from 1934
Words by Charles Newman
Music by Isham Jones
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
I have always been contented with my lot
The things I’ve got have always satisfied me
Now there’s just one single thing I haven’t got
You’d make it all complete, sweetheart
Refrain
No more, no less, I want you, I confess
And so I plead you’re all I need
And happiness is guaranteed
I want no wealth, no fortune can excite me
For I have wealth
When your two arms invite me
No more, no less, your kiss and your caress
To reach the moon is not my aim
And I don’t crave the hall of fame
My wants are few
What I want most is you dear
Just you, no more, no less