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