you wanted it so I went on the scent,

you said it made you feel like a queen,

Christmas at that Knightsbridge store,

most expensive emporium I'd ever seen

 

perfume is fine when embellished by love,

every atom of the odour a tender reminder 

of loving moments with your chosen one

with whom you couldn't wish to be kinder

 

it's when the passion cools and she waltzes off,

smearing your precious smell on another,

that you regret your foray into fragrances,

frankly, you wish you hadn't gone to the bother

 

perfume is fine when embellished by love,

every atom of the odour a tender reminder

of loving moments with your chosen one

with whom you couldn't wish to be kinder

 

arm in arm with her beau she passed me in town,

that malodorous pong made me feel like a clown

 

perfume is fine when embellished by love,

every atom of the odour a tender reminder

of loving moments with someone worthwhile

with whom you couldn't wish to be kinder