Looking at your photograph I smile
One day soon we’ll feel the world in braille
I like your fingers they are very thin
Don’t take them off and keep them in a tin.
My fingers lost their fat now they look so good
Better than a hand made out of wood.
One day I shall see you with my my eyes.
I love you and I think you want a fight
Do men like bacon in the bed at night
Better eat it or the cat will bite
How my heart sings 