Raindrops on crime scenes and John without whiskers
Bold army doctors who are darers and riskers
Leaving the criminals tied up with strings
These are a few of my favourite things
Cream coloured jumpers with John tucked inside them
Finding my cigarettes no matter where he'll hide them
Racing across rooftops as if we had wings
These are a few of my favourite things
John in those red pants that show his proportions
Then getting frisky and doing contortions
Bouncing around 'til we break the bedsprings
These are a few of my favourite things
And when John bites
When the crop stings
When I've made him mad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel so bad
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