When I look at Richard, this is what I see,
poetry in motion . . . poetry in motion, walkin’ by my side
His lovely locomotion, keeps my eyes open wide (what a dish!)
Poetry in motion, see that sexy sway
A wave out on the ocean, could never move that way . . .
I love every movement, and there’s nothing I would change
He doesn’t need improvement, he’s much too nice to re-arrange . . .