Perfectly Marvelous

I think people are people, I really do, Cliff Don't you? I don't think people should have to explain anything For example, if I should paint my fingernails green oh and it just so happens I do paint them green Well, if anyone should ask me why, I say, "I think it's pretty!" ("I think it's pretty," I reply.) So, if anyone should ask about you and me, you have two alternatives You can either say, "Oh, yes, it's true. We're living in delicious sin." Or you can simply tell the truth, and say: I met this perfectly marvelous girl In this perfectly wonderful place As I lifted a glass To the start of a marvelous year Before I knew it she called on the phone Inviting Next moment I was no longer alone But sat reciting Some perfectly beautiful verse In my charming American style How I dazzled her senses Was truly no less than a crime Now I've this perfectly marvelous girl In my perfectly beautiful room And we're living together And having a marvelous time Sally, I'm afraid this wouldn't work out You're much too distracting Distracting? No, inspiring! She tells me perfectly marvelous tales Of her thrillingly scandalous life Which I'll probably use As a chapter or two in my book And since my stay in Berlin was to force Creation What luck to fall on a fabulous source Of stimulation And perfectly marvelous, too Is her perfect agreement to be Just as still as a mouse While I'm giving my novel a whirl Yes, I've a highly agreeable life In my perfectly beautiful room With my nearly invisible Perfectly marvelous, girl Sally, I can't afford... Do you have any money? A few marks, uh Six! Oh, God! Oh please, Cliff, just for a day or two? Please! I met this Truly remarkable girl In this really incredible town And she skillfully managed To talk her way in to my room Oh, Cliff! I have a terrible feeling I've said A dumb thing Besides, I've only got one narrow bed We'll think of something