Wouldn't It Be Loverly
Frederick Loewe
Oll I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
Lots of chocolates for me to ate
Lost of coal making 'eat
Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet
Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
Oh so loverly sittin abso-blummen-lutely still
I would never bug 'til spring
Creped over me window sill
Some one's 'ead resten' on my knee
Warm and tender as 'e can be
Who'd take good care of me
Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
Wouldn't it be loverly?
Loverly
Loverly
Loverly
Loverly