作詞Claudia Barton
作曲Ian Williams
Your little, little eyes, lashes wee,
your little brows, together is poetry.
My motet, my mote.
How can you be so small?
I wait upon your smile, you're so beguiling,
you're all perfect, you're my motet, my mote.
Your sounds complete a song, and when that ditty's sung,
I know that you'll no ionger fit in my pocket.
My motet, my mote.
You're mine, mine, mine, all mine.


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