I love you and - you, you seem to like me
 Wherever we wander the local folk agree
 I love you and - you, you seem to like me.
 Heading back to old familiar places
 Places where the cobwebs blow away
 I can forget the air and graces
 TERPISICHORY .....
 You'll never be crowned by the arist
To their delight, you'd merely invite them in for a cup of tea...
 And I love you and - you
 You seem to like
 Me