By Paul McCartney

You've got a lot,
and from what you've got,
I'd say ou're doing well, dear
Dressed like a dream,
and if things are what they seem,
you're looking swell, dear

Your little man
brings you trinkets when he can,
but he can't stay, sear
That's very well,
but inside your shiny shell,
you dance all day, dear

So go, begay,
let your feelings leap away
into the laughter
San ferry Anne,
and the world keeps turning happy ever after