I Like You In Velvet

There's a girl I simply dote on

She has no single flaw

A simple skirt and coat on

And a sailor hat of straw

Yet she looks more splendid

Than all the world today

She'll soon be my intended

Perhaps that's why I say

It's you I love

Not your frock, your hat, or your glove

I love you in velvet

I like you in plush

In satin you are just like your own lovely blush

Maybe you'll be in your ball-dress?

Or you, perhaps, I'll find

Dressed in your what-do-you-call dress?

Oh well, never mind...

It's you I love

Not your frock, your hat, or your glove

I love you in velvet

I like you in plush

In satin you are just like your own lovely blush

You're charming in silk

Or a plain woollen shawl

But darling, you're simply delightful

With nothing on at all!