There are billions of beautiful boys in the world
But all I want is two
I could float through the air with the greatest of ease
With just one perfect partner on each of my knees
Picture you and you upon a knee apiece
Enjoying tea for three
And three on the aisle
And three cigarettes in the dark
In our elegant triplex on Third Avenue
Floating high above Trinity Park, we’ve a view
Of the Triborough Bridge
Triple sec in the fridge
And a loo that is truly divine
For it’s rub-a-dub-dub
In a three-corner tub
With the towels marked “his”, “his” and “mine.”
I’d adore to go soaring too high in the sky
In a trimotor plane with a guy and a guy
But I ask for no more
Than to gaze into four eyes of blue
In a cottage for three
Only four eyes of blue
In a one-bedroom cottage for three with you two
That’s for me!