I Like You In Velvet

There's a girl I simply dote on
She has no single flaw
A simple skirt and coat on
And a sailor hat 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 frock, your hat, or your glove
I love you in velvet
I like you in plush
In satin you are just like your own lovely blush

Maybe you'll be in your ball-dress?
Or you, perhaps, I'll find
Dressed in your what-do-you-call dress?
Oh well, never mind...

It's you I love
Not your frock, your hat, or your glove
I love you in velvet
I like you in plush
In satin you are just like your own lovely blush

You're charming in silk
Or a plain woollen shawl
But darling, you're simply delightful
With nothing on at all!