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