I Like Your Velvet

There's a girl I simply dote on

She has no single flaw

A simple skirt and coat on

And a sailor had of straw

Yet she looks more splendid

Than all the world today

She'll soon be my intended

Perhaps that's why I say

It's you I love

Not your hat, your frock or your glove

I like you in velvet

I love you in plus

In satin you are just

Like your own lovely blush

You're charming in silk

Or a plain woollen shawl

But you're simply delightful

With nothing on at all

Maybe you'll be in your balldress

Or you perhaps I'll find,

Dressed in your "What'd you call dress?"

You're oh well, never mind