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There's a girl I simply dote on
She has no single flaw
A simple skirt and coat on
And a sailor had of straw

Yet she looks more splendid
Than all the world today
She'll soon be my intended
Perhaps that's why I say

It's you I love
Not your frock, your hat or your glove
I love you in velvet
I like you in plush
In satin you are just
Like your own lovely blush

Maybe you'll be in your balldress
Or you perhaps I'll find,
Dressed in your "What'd you call dress?"
You're oh well, never mind

It's you I love
Not your frock, your hat or your glove
I love you in velvet
I like you in plush
In satin you are just
Like your own lovely blush

You're charming in silk
Or a plain woollen shawl
But darling, you're simply delightful
With nothing on at all

Maybe in your balldress
Dressed in your "What'd you call dress?"
It's you I love, it's you I love
Not your frock, your hat, your glove
She'll soon be my intended, soon be my intended
Perhaps that's why, perhaps that's why
All I do is wonder why

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