
**Verse 1** **intro chorus** That’s just like you, Turning one little plan into quite a revue. Early when late, and late when on cue, With one extra dog and no notion who’s who. That’s just like you, And inconveniently charming too. **Verse 1** You said, “At three, we’ll take our tea,” A table set for two — you, me. But then your dog came trotting through, Which made us three — you came at two. **Verse 2** You ordered four, consumed but one, Announced the evening nearly done, Then begged for five more minutes’ grace And stayed an hour in the place. **Chorus** That’s just like you, Making one into three, then three into two. Never quite late, never quite right, Yet somehow you make the arithmetic light. That’s just like you, And terribly, terribly likeable too. **Verse 3** We spoke of music, mood and art, Your dog supplied the barking part. I said, “He’s plainly fond of Bach — He gives his best at half-past dark.” You smiled, displaying all your charms, While someone softly played us Brahms. And though I meant to keep my head, I lost the count — and stayed instead. **Chorus** That’s just like you, Making one into three, then three into two. Never quite late, never quite right, Yet somehow you make the arithmetic light. That’s just like you, And terribly, terribly likeable too. **Bridge** You add confusion, subtract good sense, Divide my patience at my expense. You multiply trouble with effortless ease, Then cancel the whole thing by saying, “Oh, please.” I’ve studied figures, checked every clue, But every equation comes back to you. And though the totals refuse to agree, You somehow make nonsense add up to me. **Final Chorus** That’s just like you, Turning one little plan into quite a revue. Early when late, and late when on cue, With one extra dog and no notion who’s who. That’s just like you, And inconveniently charming too. **Finale** So here’s to the table, the tea and the three, To Bach for the dog and to Brahms for me. And if love’s a sum that no scholar can do, I’ll give up the figures — and settle for you.

