Lyrics

Your hips and your lips And the way that you laugh Your very great height Just like a giraffe Your straight brown hair So recently cut Your yellow duck feet The size of your butt Your extra sharp pencils The way that you see The things that you draw And the way you like me The reasons you had for leaving New York The food that you make that I eat with my fork The car that you fixed when the 8-Track is broke The Dunhill cigarettes you occasionally smoke All of these things that come into my mind When I think about you, which is a lot of the time Oh, I miss you, my darling When I'm eating my toast And I know that you lovе me And I love you the most And I'll meet you in Tuscon Whеn the weather is hot I'll ask you to marry me Well, no, probably not But I like you and love you Much more than you know And I'll see you again, my dear Underneath three feet of snow And I miss you, my darling When I'm eating my toast And I know that you love me And I love you the most