I Don't Know What I'd Do

SIBELLA:
Monty? Monty!
Don’t you just love me in pink?
Would you please
Maybe a flower for my hair?
No, no. Yes! No
Violet, no attar of roses I think
Look, you brought me chocolates!
Oh no, I don’t dare
Do you hate these earrings?
Now the truth, don’t be kind
I don’t mind, because I hate them too
No, no, no, don’t squeeze!
Monty, you’re a tease
Oh Monty look, my shoe
I don’t know what I’d do without you
I have never met another man
Who’s half as dear as you
You’re so clever too!
And you make me laugh
More than anybody
Why are other men so dreary, Monty
And so deadly dull!
No one holds a conversation
Half as beautifully as you
MONTY:
Well actually there is a matter of some urgency I should like to discuss-
SIBELLA:
You haven’t said a word about my dress!
You’re a brute!
Look, see how it moves when I turn
It’s a bit much for Clapham
But nevertheless
Maybe just a bite, just to be polite
Monty that’s too tight
Monty that’s just right
Oh, what I put you through!
I don’t know what I’d do
Oh you know that it’s true
I don’t know what I’d do without you
Don’t you just love me in pink!