You know I love you oh my darling you know I love to tell you it
You know I’d die for you my sweetheart I hesitate to stir the [bad word] I know you’re kind I know you’re generous and on you’re shoulder there’s no chip
Its just a small thing oh my darling your very presence makes me sick [bad word] is unequalled I’m worthy not your boots to lick
You are an angel pure and simple for you’re presence I’m not fit
You really do deserve a husband who’s young and kind and rich
You’re so witty and so charming you put to shame those country hicks
It’s just a small thing oh my darling you’re very presence makes me sick