k.d. lang/G. Matthews/F. Scott/D. Bjarnason    Knowing things that I do    And showing myself to you    My habit-forming, tradition-ignoring ways to you are fine    Well I'm tickled pink to think    That you're mine       I dug up a missing link    When I uncovered you    My lonely days are now extinct    With this evolution of you    I'm tickled pink    Seeing things that you do    And being one of the few    Whose habit-forming, tradition-ignoring ways to me are fine    Well I'm tickled pink to think    That you're mine       A glance from you    I'm on the brink of melting to the core    As told to me by my instinct    There's ecstasy galore in store    I'm tickled pink    Seeing things that you do    And being one of the few    Whose habit-forming, tradition-ignoring ways to me are fine    Well I'm tickled pink    To think    That you are mine