I saw her in the heart of Dalston
Cutting a shape or two
From a legendary mould
Both delicate and bold
The curtain called, and my heart stalled
I needed another scene
Now I'm stuck to this screen
Will she message me?
We talked piglets and cygnets
I'm trembling I might get the boot
But I got a date for cake and bubbles from a champagne flute
Well she's talking about two of her favourite things
And I'm thinking what the rest could be
Yeah she gives me free reign as I wonder blissfully
Can two of her favourite things and me make a favourite three?
From the start it was clear that her heart was in old Italy,
I wonder if I could get at her with my penne Arrabiatta?
She's no fool, she's got me sussed, I must try to adjust
To her lead and not my need to bathe in her gold dust
Well it's serious, I'm delirious, I'm composing up a crazy theme
For a queen with the knees of the bees and the focus of a laser beam
Well she's talking about two of her favourite things
And I'm thinking what the rest could be
Yeah she gives me free reign as I wonder blissfully
Can two of her favourite things and me make a favourite three?
And the owls in the barn are hooting like a Christmas carol
We're going from Niagara to the stars in a wooden barrel
Yeah she's talking about two of her favourite things
And I'm thinking what the rest could be
Yeah she gives me free reign as I wonder blissfully
Can two of her favourite things and me make a favourite three?