Perfectly Marvelous

If anyone should ask you about me, one day,
Cliff, you have two alternatives:
You can either say, "Yes, it's true; we're living in delicious sin."
Or you can simply tell the truth and say:
"I met this perfectly marvelous girl
In this perfectly wonderful place
As I lifted a glass to the start of a marvelous year.
Before you knew it, she called on the phone, inviting.
Next moment, I was no longer alone, but sat reciting
Some perfectly beautiful verse
In my charming American style.
How I dazzled her senses was truly no less than a crime.
Now I've this perfectly marvelous girl
In my perfectly beautiful room,
And we're living together and having a marvelous time."
Cliff: Aw, Sally, I'm afraid it wouldn't work.
You're much too... distracting.
Sally: Distracting? No! INSPIRING!
"She tells me perfectly marvelous tales
Of her thrillingly scandalous life,
Which I'll probably use as a chapter or two in my book!
And since my stay in Berlin was to force creation,
What luck to fall on a fabulous source of stimulation.
And perfectly marvelous too,
Is her perfect agreement to be
Just as still as a mouse
When I'm giving my novel a whirl.
Yes, I've a highly agreeable life in my perfectly beautiful room
With my nearly invisible, perfectly marvelous girl.
Cliff: I met this truly remarkable girl
In this really incredible town,
And she skillfully managed to talk her way into my room.
Sally: Oh, Cliff.
Cliff: I have a terrible feeling I've said a dumb thing.
Besides, I've only got one narrow bed.
Sally: We'll think of something!
Cliff: And now this wild, unpredictable girl
Sally: and this perfectly beautiful man
Both: will be living together and having a marvelous time!