written by: Malcolm McLaren/R. Kilgore/M. Kessler  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