Текст Martine McCutcheon – Wouldn’t It Be Loverly

All 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 choc’late for me to eat,
Lots of coal making lots of heat
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh wouldn’t it be loverly?

Oh, so loverly sittin’ abso-bloomin’-lutely still
I would never budge till spring crept
Over me window sill

Someone’s head restin’ on my knee
Warm and tender as he can be
Who takes good care of me,
Oh wouldn’t it be loverly!
Loverly loverly loverly…
Loverly

Oh wouldn’t it be loverly!

Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh wouldn’t it be loverly?

Oh, so loverly sittin’ abso-bloomin’-lutely still
I would never budge till spring crept
Over me window sill

Someone’s head restin’ on my knee
Warm and tender as he can be
Who takes good care of me,
Oh wouldn’t it be loverly!
Loverly loverly loverly…
Loverly