You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket,
A bell that rings
And things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could,
But I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl
That fits in with my world;
I'll give you anything, everything
If you want things.
I've got a cloak;
It's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front,
It's red and black,
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good,
Then I guess it should.
You're the kind of girl
That fits in with my world;
I'll give you anything, everything
If you want things.
I know a mouse,
And he hasn't got a house,
I don't know why I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old,
But he's a good mouse.
You're the kind of girl
That fits in with my world;
I'll give you anything, everything
If you want things.
I've got a clan of gingerbread men,
Here a man, there a man,
Lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish,
They're on the dish.
You're the kind of girl
That fits in with my world;
I'll give you anything, everything
If you want things.
I know a room of musical tunes,
Some rhyme, some ching,
Most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room
And make them work.