Wouldn't It Be Loverly?

Wouldn't It Be Loverly?
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 absobloominlutely still.
I would never budge till spring, till spring
Crept over the windowsill.
Someone's head resting on my knee,
Warm and tender as she can be,
Who takes good care of me.
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?
Loverly, loverly, oh loverly, loverly.
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet.
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?
Loverly, yes. Loverly.