The Flower Market

With one enormous chair Oh, wouldn't it be loverly? Someone's head resting on my knee Warm and tender as she can be Who takes good care of me Ah, wouldn't it be loverly? Do you mind if I warm my hands? Go right ahead, miss Yes? Excuse me, miss For a second I thought you were somebody else Can I get you a taxi, miss? Lady like you shouldn't be walking around London This hour of the morning No, thank you All I want is a room somewhere Far away from the cold night air With one enormous chair Oh, wouldn't it be lovely Lovely, lovely Lovely, lovely