We'll have a blue room. A new room for two room. Where every day's a holiday. Because you're married to me. Not like a ballroom. A small room a hall room. Where you can smoke your pipe away. With my wee head upon your knee. We will thrive on keep alive on. Just nothing but kisses. With Mister and Misses. On little blue chairs. I'll wear my trouseau. And Robinson Crusoe. Is not so far from worldly cares. As our blue room far away upstairs. We will thrive on keep alive on. Just nothing but kisses. With Mister and Misses. On little blue chairs. I'll wear my trouseau. And Robinson Crusoe. Is not so far from worldly cares. As our blue room far away upstairs