Monty? Monty!

Don't you just love me in pink?
Would you please,
Maybe a flower for my hair?
No, no, yes!, no.
Violet, no a tower of roses I think,
Look, you brought me chocolates!
Oh no, I don't dare.
Do you hate these earrings?
Now the truth, don't be kind,
I don't mind, because I hate them too.
No, no, no, don't squeeze!
Monty, you're a tease,
Oh Monty look, my shoe.
I don't know what I'd do without you.
I have never met another man
who's half as dear as you,
you're so clever too!
And you make me laugh,
more than anybody:
Why are other men so dreary, Monty,
and so deadly dull!
No one holds a conversation
half as beautifully as you.
(Well actually there is a matter of some urgency I should like to discuss...)
You haven't said a word about my dress!
You're a brute!
Look, see how it moves when I turn,
2, 3, 1, 2,
It's a bit much for Clapham
but nevertheless,
maybe just a bite, just to be polite.
Monty that's too tight.
Monty that's just right.
Oh, what I put you through!
I don't know what I'd do,
Oh you know that it's true,
I don't know what I'd do without you.
Don't you just love me in pink!