Surprisingly so you are one of my favorite things You are like a fairy tale world that's come to real life You can see through me Like some sort of transparent material How could it be That in such a short time you've become one of my favourite things The small town marching band is in the parade on independence day Proudly marching, stepping in time Wearing those hand-me-down uniforms Everyone gathers on main street Expectantly waiting for their hometown hero Don't you know... Don't you know... That you are one of my most favorite things... Like notebooks, Portland and tea And when you smile... you smile... you smile at me You have no idea just how sweet it can be So the band marches on And we will sing along There's comfort in knowing our similarities We are captured in time, space and degrees of caution... wonder... and awe Like pirouettes drifting Like chocolate Like saccharine You're unaware... appealing Like our friendship, i'll be content