My Lovely Sweet-Dee
Down at the sea,
I'll think of she,
My lovely Sweet-Dee;
And feel so free,
Just like a bee,
In that big tree.
As I sip my tea,
I'll hope that she,
My lovely Sweet-Dee;
Will turn the key,
And there, find me,
Admiring the sea.
Later, after we ski,
I'll sit with she
All snug she'll be;
My lovely Sweet-Dee,
Then, on my knee;
I'll say, marry me!
For I hope we'll be,
A family of three,
Living at the sea;
Right by that tree,
And I hope that Dee,
Will forever love me.
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