LYRIC

Pardon me Miss

But I’ve never done this with a real live girl

What could be harmful in holding an armful

Of real live girl?

Pardon me if your affectionate squeeze

Fogs up my goggles and buckles my knees

I’m simply drowned in the sound

And the sight and the scent and the feel of a real live girl

Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet

By a real live girl

Dreams in your bunk don’t compare with a hunk

Of a real live girl

Girls were too girlish was once my belief

What a reversal and what a relief!

I’ll take the flowering hat and the towering heel

And the squeal of a real live girl

I’ve seen photographs and facsimiles

That have set my heart off in a whirl

But I’d overlook everyone in the book

For a real live girl

Take your Venetian or Roman or Grecian

Ideal live girl

Go be a holdout for Helen of Troy

I am a healthy American boy

And I’d rather gape at the dear

Little shape of the stern

And the keel of a real live

Full-time vocational, all-operational girl

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