There's a girl I simply dote on
She has no single flaw
A simple skirt and coat on
And a sailor hat of straw
Yet she looks more splendid
Oh 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 your'll be in your balldress
Or you perhaps I'll find,
Dressed in your "What'd you call dress?"
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 you'll be in your balldress
You're oh well, never mind