Track byElla Logan, David Wayne
Something sweet Something sort of grandish Sweeps my soul when thou art near My heart feels so sugar candish My head feels so ginger beer And something so dareish So I don't careish Stirs me from limb to limb It's so terrifish, magnifish, delish To have such an amorish, glamorish dish Or we could be, oh so, bride and groomish Skies could be so bluish blue Life could be so love in bloomish If my ishes could come true Thou art sweet Thou art sort of grandish Thou outlandish cavalier From now on, we're hand in handish Romeo and Guinevere Thou art so adorish Toujours l'amourish I'm so cherchez la femme Why should I vanquish Relinquish, resish When I simply relish This swellish condish I might be manish or mouseish I might be a fowl or fish But with thee I'm Eisenhowzish Please accept my propasish You're under my skinish So please be giveinish Or it's the beginish of the finish of me