You're The Top

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
 That I always have found it best
 Instead of getting 'em off my chest
 To let 'em rest unexpressed
 I hate parading my serenading
 As I'll probably miss a bar
 But if this ditty is not so pretty
 At least it'll tell you how great you are.
 You're the top, you're the Coliseum.
 You're the top, you're the Louvre Museum.
 You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
 You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare's sonnet, you're Mickey Mouse.
 You're the Nile, you're the Tower of Pisa
 You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
 I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop
 But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!
 You're the top, you're a Waldorf salad
 You're the top, you're a Berlin ballad
 You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire
 You're the National Gallery, you're Garbo's salary, you're camembert.
 You're sublime, you're a turkey dinner
 You're the time of the Derby winner
 I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop
 But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!