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All I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly
Lots of chocolate for me to eat
Lots of coal making lots of heat
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly
Oh, so loverly sitting abso-bloomin’-lutly still
I would never budge til spring crept over me windowsill
Someone’s head resting on my knee
Warm and tender as he could be
Who takes good care of me
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly
