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I want you to be my poppet
I want you to be my pearl
A suitable term of endearment
For a kind of an old fashioned girl

Proposing we make an arrangement
To make you my paramour
Angels like you are shamefully few
This side of the First World War

You've got that old school cool
Your rouge and perfume
Whispers chateau mills and boon
Oo oo oo, oo-oo oo-oo

I'm pressing my suit dear directly
Presenting my portmanteau
Please confirm my reservation
Port out, starboard home

I love your old blue tulle
And your bloomers as pure
As a doily draped on Barbara Cartland's tomb
Oo oo oo, Ooo oo oo, ooooh

I want you to be my poppet
Be my blue-rinsed dove
How I'd adore to hold open the door
To old fashioned love

c. Michael Dwyer 2004