come live with me

in a chocolate house

with a chocolate cat

and a chocolate mouse

there’s a chocolate garden

and a chocolate path

we’ll drink hot chocolate in our chocolate bath

the roof will be made of Toblerone

the windows made from lollypops

we’ll have a Milky Bar telephone

and a chocolate trolley to take to the shops

we’ll have After Eights before eight o’clock

our love will be a Selection Box

we’ll sit outside drinking chocolate wine

and I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine

geraniums made from Turkish Delight

under the Smarty stars of night

we’ll melt as one in chocolate joy

a chocolate girl and a chocolate boy

we’ll be together but we won’t go far

I’ll be your CurlyWhirly

and you’ll be my Lion Bar . . . . .