I Like Your Smell
Music and words Frank Lamphere
(Verse)
An Italian man with limited English skills
On a date, with an American tourist
In a voice oh so suave and manner cavalier
Uttered the following in her ear
(Chorus)
I Like Your Smell
As in a big bowl of spaghetti
I Like Your Smell
More than a plate of cappelletti
The highest compliment from one
Who lives to eat
Those four misspoken words
That leave her as red, as a beet
I Like Your Smell
Said the gent as he slid closer
I Like Your Smell
As refined as a bull dozer
The one phrase that could lead
To a meaningful life-long roman-ce
Or compels her to “Not a chance,
We don’t jell!”
I Like Your Smell
I Like Your Smell
As he wrapped both arms around'er
I Like Your Smell
If he were liquid he'd a drowned'er
The ideal words
To get her to kneel at his feet
And make her heart
Skip-a-beat
Or, say Farewell
I Like Your Smell
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