Album: Funny Face

Funny Face

JO.

How can you possibly make a model out of that? You can't be serious.

DICK.

When I get through with you, you'll look like— what do you call beautiful...?—a tree.

You'll look like a tree.

DICK.

Frankly, dear, your modesty reveals to me

Self-appraisal often makes us sad

And if I add your funny face appeals to me

Please don't think I've suddenly gone mad.

You have all the qualities of Peter Pan

I'd go far before I'd find a sweeter Pan.

I love your funny face

Your sunny, funny face.

For you're a cutie

With more than beautie.

You've got a lot of

per-son-a-li-ty for me.

You fill the air with smiles

For miles and miles and miles

Though you're no Mona Lisa

For worlds I'd not replace,

Your sunny, funny face.

I love your funny face

Your sunny, funny face.

You're not exotic

But so hypnotic.

You're much too much

If you can cook the way you look.

I'd swim the ocean wide

Just to have you by my side.

Though you're no Queen of Sheba,

For worlds I'd not replace

Your sunny, funny face.

[Dick turns on the projector light. This time it lights the face of Jo,

who is standing at the screen, smiling.]