written by: Malcolm McLaren/R. Kilgore/M. KesslerThere's a girl I simply dote onShe has no single flawA simple skirt and coat onAnd a sailor had of strawYet she looks more splendidThan all the world todayShe'll soon be my intendedPerhaps that's why I sayIt's you I loveNot your hat, your frock or your gloveI like you in velvetI love you in plusIn satin you are justLike your own lovely blushYou're charming in silkOr a plain woollen shawlBut you're simply delightfulWith nothing on at allMaybe you'll be in your balldressOr you perhaps I'll find,Dressed in your "What'd you call dress?"You're oh well, never mind