| You talk of sweeties, bashful sweeties
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| I got one of those
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| Oh, he’s handsome as can be
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| But he worries me;
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| He goes to college and gathers knowledge
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| Hooh! |
| What that boy knows!
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| He’s up in his Latin and Greek
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| But in his sheikin', he’s weak!
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| 'Cause when I want some lovin'
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| And I gotta have some lovin'
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| He says, «Please! |
| Stop it, please!»
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| He’s so unusual!
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| When I want some kissin'
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| And I gotta have some kissin'
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| He says, «No! |
| Let me go.»
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| He’s so unusual!
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| I know lots of boys who would be crazy over me
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| If they only had this fellow’s opportunity
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| You know, I would let him pet me
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| But the darn fool, he doesn’t let me!
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| Oh, he’s so unusual that he drives me wild!
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| When we’re in the moonlight
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| He says, «I don’t like the moonlight
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| Aw, let’s not talk in the dark.»
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| Huh, he’s so unusual!
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| And when we’re riding in a taxi
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| He converses with the cheuffeur
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| Oh, why don’t he talk to me?
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| Oh, he’s so different!
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| Others would be tickled pink to bop-op-a-dop-e-dop!
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| He don’t even know what bop-op-op-a-dop's about!
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| He says love is hokum
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| Oh, I’d like to choke, choke, choke him!
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| 'Cause he’s so unusual that he drives me wild!
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| You might as well be by yourself as in his company
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| When we’re out together, I’m as lonesome as can be
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| But still I’m mad about him
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| And I just can’t live without him;
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| 'Cause he’s so unusual that he drives me bop-bop-a-dop-bop! |