The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
Has anybody seen the Queen of Brentford?
She goes by foot… she goes by bus
She no longer has her chariot...
Your sexiest aspect when we’re in bed
Are you eyes – they thrill me dead
They gleam, so narrow, blue, so rude...
