surprisingly so
you are one of my favourite things
you are like a fairy tale world that's come to real life
you can see through me
like some sort of transparent material
how could it be
that in such a short time you've become one of my favorite things

the small town marching band is in the parade on independence day
proudly marching, stepping in time
wearing those hand-me-down uniforms
everyone gathers on main street
expectantly waiting for their hometown hero

don't you know ..
don't you know ..

that you are one of my most favorite things ..
like notebooks, portland and tea
and when you smile.. you smile... you smile at me
you have no idea just how sweet it can be

so the band marches on
and we will sing along
there's comfort in knowing our similarities
we are captured in time, space and degrees of caution .. wonder .. and awe

like pirouettes drifting
like chocolate
like saccharine
you're unaware .. appealing
like our friendship, i'll be content