Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't own the song, which is Her Majesty, by the Beatles, nor do I own MASH.

A/N: I was listening to this song and just thought that it really fit Hawkeye and Margaret. This is my first fic/songfic/whatever posted, so please go easy on me! But reviews are appreciated, especially constructive ones. Italics are song lyrics.

Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl,
but she doesn't have a lot to say

I know there must be a person hidden somewhere underneath her uniform. It may have been buried by countless people wearing her down, from her father to her boyfriends. But every so often I get a glimpse of the person underneath. If only she'd open up and talk. I'm waiting, listening, wishing she'd say something.

Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl
but she changes from day to day

Like I told my dad, I don't know how to try and talk to her. She's a woman, and a human, but that part of her is covered in olive drab. I never know which part of her she'll show me today. And I like it that way. I don't want to break her spirit. She's amazing just the way she is.

I want to tell her that I love her a lot
But I gotta get a belly full of wine

The only time I can work up the courage to get close to her is when I'm drunk. Yes, me. The infamous Hawkeye is shy, worried that she won't like him. Because I like her. I like her a lot.

Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl
Someday I'm going to make her mine, oh yeah,
Someday I'm going to make her mine.

Someday I'm going to tell her. Until then, I'll just bide my time. Someday she'll be mine. I just hope I'm not too late.