And no, I won’t say that’s some boy whose bed
this is
I saw him walk with a mate
That first time around I thought both had that kid’s whizz
could not decide on my date
But at the fair
he served at tables
with grace I’d never seen
And in the choir
he sang like angels
a warm voice so serene
Returning from work his gate sent me the shivers
and I looked up, up to him
His arms and his chest showed all he could deliver
I almost felt myself dim
And through his tears
at mother’s burial
I saw the man he’d be
Gone were my fears
I’d be his damsel
he’d be my family
So no, I won’t say he’s the best-looking fellow
‘ cos his friend is handsome too
It’s not for his looks that my head’s on his pillow
that just would be so untrue