Simple Am I, I Care No Whit For Pelf Or Place, It Is Enough For Me To Sit And Watch Dulcinea'S Face; To Mark The Lights And Shadows Flit Across The Silver Moon Of It. I Have No Other Merchandise, No Stocks Or Shares, No Other Gold But Just What Lies In Those Deep Eyes Of Hers; And, Sure, If All The World Were Wise, It Too Would Bank Within Her Eyes. I Buy Up All Her Smiles All Day With All My Love, And Sell Them Back, Cost-Price, Or, Say, A Kiss Or Two Above; It Is A Speculation Fine, The Profit Must Be Always Mine. The World Has Many Things, 'Tis True, To Fill Its Time, Far More Important Things To Do Than Making Love And Rhyme; Yet, If It Asked Me To Advise, I'd Say - Buy Up Dulcinea'S Eyes!