In a boudoir introduce a tender heart
On sofa let sit and relax
Pour a tear of port
And then get to the piano
So put it out there
On the second evening bring back this tender heart
Simmer three good quarters of an hour waiting for you
And if he hasn't left yet
Be sure it's cooked
So put it out there
The next day it is up to you to be tender
Sift all the lights and without waiting
Play the farce of true love
Say 'never', say 'always'
But after transport
So get him out