Mine All Mine

She's the bag in my tea
She's the skin on my milk
She's a donut and a coffee
She's a hot knife, butter melts
She's a fly in the ointment
She's the ice in my drink
She's a tale of two cities
She's a hair in the sink
She's the pebble in my shoe
She's the burn on my tongue
She's named after a priestess
She's either rare or well-done
She's a fake paper flower
She's a stomach ache in the Maughan
She's a glass eye on the bedside
She's the milk made warm
And she's mine all mine

She's a toenail 'neath the lampshade
She's the grapes on the vine
She's the desert in an ashtray
She's a diamond in the mine
She's a coal in the rayburn
She's a pancake flying high
She's a cockle, she's some mustard
She's a bottle of white wine
She's a razor and a suitcase
And a ticket going someplace
She's a telephone, she's a bedsheet
She's a-wiretapping, indiscreet
She's a tight skirt and a long drink
She's the elbow grease and the ticket stamp
And she's kinda sunburnt-arm pink
She's a-fiddlin' with the thermostat
And she's mine all mine

She's a broken pair of laces
She's a-wing pluckin' too
She's a safe space and a clean face
And I see she's a-fallin'
For you