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Veronica Collens • Words of a Song

Love You All Over

[Rock'n'Roll]

Love your style - see yer divorce file
Love your money - it's part of you honey
Love your taste - 'cos I can get laced
up in fancy regalia
pa-ra-pher-na-li-a
Love you all over
 
Love your car - the chauffeur's bizarre
Love your yacht - when the captains' so hot
Love your flat - with the wall to wall crap
and video movies
parties for smoo - oo - thies
Love you all over

[with a South London accent]
I still look back on the good old days - Piccadilly, Green Park and the Bayswater Road. I was plucky then.  Remember handling a situation for a gentleman friend just off Bond Street and this copper pokes his nose in.  Non - pissed, I said: "Hello Officer - I've just made a citizen erect."

Love you all over
 
Love your aide -  he likes to get laid
Love your valet - he comes twice a day
Love your chef -  he pretends to be deaf
when he leaves in the morning
he can't hear me calling - for more
Love you all over
 
Love your jet - if the pilot I get
Love your villa - the gardner's a thriller
Love your horse -  I'm kidding of course
but he's quite a bit slimmer
that's why he's a winner
Love you all over

 

©1979 • Veronica Collens • www.caribscape.com/veronica