One blanket after another. When will it end?
I'm like a patchworking whirling dervish.
|even if it's creased to buggery|
|You'd be like heaven to touch|
I wanna hold you so much
Well, I've only gone and combined the two.
|You're just too good to be true|
I can't take my eyes off you
|Pardon the way that I stare|
There's nothing else to compare
|The sight of you leaves me weak|
|There are no words left to speak|
Take it away, Andy......