The table has been set for three,
I have a date at the Ritz for afternoon tea.
I enter a world of grandeur, gentility and charm.
Dressed in silk and pearls with my Chanel bag under my arm.
Gershwin plays on the piano as I sip tea, Moroccan mint flavoured,
I engage with my best friend in witty conversation in this magical atmosphere to be savoured.
There are sandwiches, scones wirh clotted cream and jam, and cakes that make your mouth water,
I sip my champagne as I merrily toast my best friend and her daughter.
Time can stand still in this incredible little world at the Ritz,
I wish I had drank tea there in the Roaring Twenties and its glitz.
Tea at the Ritz has no rival at all,
It\'s a favourite pastime of mine where I simply go and have a ball.