The Search is Through Bing Crosby

The flaxen hair
The tender voice
The laughing eyes gave me no choice
No more the doubt I used to face
No more the doubt, no more the chase

The search is through
You’ve got what it takes
There was no passing you by
In my who’s who, you’ve got what it takes
The who, the where, the when, the why
One look, and all no painting I know
Can equal your loveliness, head to toe

At last the breaks, you’ve got what it takes
So easy to see
For all time to be
You’ve got what it takes
To take me

At last the breaks, you’ve got what it takes
So easy to see
For all time to be
You’ve got what it takes
To take me