[Intro]
It's a little chilly in here
I thought it was rather warm myself
Yes, it rather warm this time of year

[Verse 1]
No wonder she suits him
She never disputes him (Last year was also warm)
The conversation's not too exciting, but oh, what a change it must be
To spend an evening where there's no conversation, must be a relief after me (I'll get dessert)
And thought there's nothing much to challenge your mind here, who cares when the food's so delicious?
Not to mention these beautiful dishes
A matched set
From France, yet

[Interlude]
You look pensive
No, I was just thinking
About me?
As a matter of fact, I, I was
Good thoughts?
Something smells good, what is it?
Must be the cinnamon in the baked apple
Oh, we bake apples too

[Verse 2]
No wonder he loves her, no wonder to me
A cushion?
Why not
With ribbons and laces
In all the right places
Milk or lemon?
Yes, please
I must admit it's all very pleasant and this is a comfortable room (Which, which one?)
And if he likes the smell of lilacs and roses, then maybe he likes her perfume (Lemon or milk?)
And though her silky hair and milky complexion are nice, still they're not that distracting
Anshel?
Milky
What?
Milk, milk
So what accounts for the way he's been acting? (Honey?)
Her softness? (No, no honey)
Her sweetness? (Sugar?)
How could he resist her? (A cookie?)
And why would he try? (How'd you get them all the same size?)
No wonder he wants her (You notice everything)
He needs her (The China)
He loves her (The cookies)
No wonder (That's really wonderful)
So would I
Where are your parents, Haddass?
Should they have left us alone?
They trust you, Anshel
Maybe they shouldn't
What?
I mean, maybe they would like some tea