(with apologies to Ringo Starr)
You’re Sir Guy, You’re Beautiful and You’re Mine
You walked out of my dreams, and into my life,
Now you’re my dark knight divine
You’re Sir Guy, you’re beautiful, and you’re mine
You’re black leather-clad joy, oh what a boy,
Eyes that smoulder and shine,
You’re Sir Guy, you’re beautiful and you’re mine!
You’re my henchman, you’re so swell
For you, I truly, tru-ly fell
You touched my heart, and “thud” it went
Dark angel, you must be heaven-sent!
Your peaches are dreams, white teeth that gleam
Lips that taste of spiced wine,
You’re Sir Guy, so beautiful, and you’re mine . . .
Mine, all mine, mine, all mine
(well, a girl can dream, right?)