I Like Your Eyes.
I Like Your Nose.
I Like Your Mouth.
Your Ears, Your Hands, Your Toes.

I Like You Face.
It's Really You.
I Like The Things You Say And Do.
There's Not A Single Soul
Who Sees The Skies
The Way You See Them.
Through Your Eyes.
And Aren't You Glad.
You Should Be Glad.
There's No One, No One
Exactly Like You.