He smelled real good, like sandalwood, she said, wearing a polka dot jersey
And if I hadn’t stopped her there, I’m pretty sure, I’m pretty sure she, she would have left it to the rest of the world
She would have, and would have been a disaster
It would have been more like sandals then like wood
It would have been like a dream
Only faster

Make it one to remember
One for the National Trust
Make it one to desire, because desire I must
Oh make it one to remember
One to remember and trust that I’ll make it one to admire
But for now I trust I thrust it into the fire

That’s a nice figure you’ve got there
Blame my statistical tick
And if she wouldn’t have stopped me there, I’m pretty sure I would have made her sick
But I need one to remember