Mr Sweet from Jim Kitson by Frank Finighan

MR SWEET.

I've seen that look before,
Heard that tone of voice,
And that slamming door.
And I know just what to do.
I'll get on the red phone,
Yes he always comes through.

Oh here he comes Mr Sweet,
From his head to his feet,
You couldn't wish to meet a nicer guy.
Oh baby he'll care for you
Just like you want him to,
It's something he learned to do
When he was knee high.

He'll lay his hand on your head.
Bring flowers, cook meals,
Breakfast in bed.
Oh he, no he won't fool around.
He'll put things away
And leave the toilet seat down.

copyright Jim Kitson 2001

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