When a china doll, opens her eyes
When a statue talks and a grave stone cries
She mingles in crowds, like the pictures in clouds
In a wonder bra, made from caviar
Ooohh, ooohh, arrhh, arrhh
Heroes and villains, in songs with scenes
These are a few of my favourite things
Heroes and villains, in songs with scenes
These are a few of my favourite things
I'll walk with you again
Old photographs, of ghosts in dreams
In moonlight, when the scorpion stings
She mingles in crowds, like the pictures in clouds
You're forbidden fruit, in a check mate suit
Ooohh, ooohh, arrhh, arrhh
Heroes and villains, in songs with scenes
These are a few of my favourite things
Heroes and villains, in songs with scenes
These are a few of my favourite things
I'll walk with you again
The light's out, nobody's home
Ha, ha, it's the Stockholm syndrome
The light's out, nobody's home
Ha, ha, it's the Stockholm syndrome
The light's out, nobody's home
Ha, ha, it's the Stockholm syndrome
The light's out, nobody's home
Ha, ha, it's the Stockholm syndrome
I'll walk with you again