Spoken: Camilla, I have written a song for you. Sinatra or

Mick Jagger will probably want to record it, but I want

you to hear it from me first.



You alone, you are my one and only chicken, steady.

And if you leave I will alone and lonely sicken, ready.

You and I, we're a team and that's a fact.

You and I, what a terrific idea for an act.



Spoken: Oh, listen to the rhymes in the chorus. It's very cole-porter-y.



Camilla, you're sweeter than wine or vanilla, Camilla.

Come lie beneath this tree, it's a willa, Camilla.

Camilla, the night it grows stilla and stilla, Camilla.

You're prettier by far than Godzilla, Camilla.