Lovely, you're lovely
My Darling can't you see
All really matters is
You're lovely to me
I'll take you to the forests
To see the mighy trees
The native hippe tree-huggers
May greet you with a tease
They may point at your stout snout
Saying in your face there is the gout
But listen dear, my love for you
I'll never give you cause to doubt
For lovely, you're lovely
My darling can't you see
All that really matters is
You're lovely to me
I'll take you to the mountain tops
To dance atop the ice
The native mountain dwellers
May say things that aren't nice
They may call you plump and wide
And say your movements shift the tide
And add another moment to
The years of tears that you've cried
But lovely, you're lovely
My darling can't you see
All that really matters is
You're lovely to me