From the album Tea Pot Lady

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Lyrics

Old Cole Porter had a way with words
And with subtle and sensitive yens.
He described how his love was the top
Of the very nice things he found under his skin.
Now you’re always so nice to come home to,
But you mean so much more to me
And old Cole didn’t write quite the song that I need
For a tribute olfactory:

I love your smell.
I love the scent of you.
Suits you so well
The adolescent redolence of you.
I love the way
When you walk by
My sinuses swell.
I love your smell. I love your smell. I love your smell.

I love to sniff
Every sweet and sensual inch of you.
Don’t bathe too much
I even love the unwashed stench of you.
Please don’t freak
Cause when you reek
You tell my genes
We’ll mix real well
I love your smell. I love your smell. I love your smell.
You’re a taste of a cold chablis
You’re a flowering apple tree.
You’re a plate of gingerbread
You’re a Shiner Bock’s foamy head.
You’re popcorn and a candy bar
A bed of roses and a brand new car
Oh honey, can’t you tell?
I love your smell!

I love your stink!
I love the funk of you.
I like to think about the aromatic hunks of you.
Aromotherapy has no more power to compel
Beside your smell. I love your smell. I love your smell

You’re a bowl of homemade stew
You’re the vapor of morning dew.
You’re a lily that blooms at dusk
You’re a powerful jungle musk
You’re a whiff of a Hershey’s kiss
You’re Paris, without the piss
Oh honey can’t you tell I love your smell?
Though maybe sometimes you oughter
Use a little more soap and water
By and large
I think you’ve made a sell!
I love your smell. I love your smell. I love your smell!

Copyright 1998 Marilyn Rucker Norrod