We base our alliance But not on mere external elegance Or favoured nature or trueness of heart It's more than just preference that sets us apart We were never intricated to stoop so low To fall in love with bare figures mellow Words cannot explain what this was, this is, this may be For out there may be angels, or princesses, or Goddesses, And yet all I ever want, oh she just read this line And my, I can't have enough of that smile.