Loverly

All I want is a room some where,

Far away from the cold night air

With one enormous chair.

How wouldn't it be loverly!

Oh! How loverly sitting abso-blooming-lutely still!

I would never budge 'til spring crept over the windowsill!

Someone's head resting on my knee,

Warm and tender as he can be,

Who takes good care of me.

How wouldn't it be loverly!

Loverly, loverly!

~ Frederick, Loewe, My Fair Lady ~