Your hips and your lips and the way that you laugh

Your very great height just like a giraffe

Your straight brown hair, so recently cut

Your yellow duck feet, the size of your butt

Your extra sharp pencils, the way that you see

The things that you draw and the way you like me

The reasons you had for leaving New York

The food that you make that I eat with my fork

The car that you fixed when the 8-Track is broke

The Dunhill cigarettes you occasionally smoke

All of these things that come into my mind

When I think about you, which is a lot of the time

Oh, I miss you, my darling, when I'm eating my toast

And I know that you love me and I love you the most

And I'll meet you in Tuscon when the weather is hot

I'll ask you to marry me, well, no, probably not

But I like you and love you much more than you know

And I'll see you again, my dear, underneath three feet of snow

Oh, I miss you, my darling, when I'm eating my toast

And I know that you love me and I love you the most