| Johnny was bashful and shy
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| Nobody understood why
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| Mary loved him
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| All the other girls passed him by Ev’ryone wanted to know
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| How she could pick such a beau
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| With a twinkle in her eye
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| She made this reply
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| He’s not so good in a crowd but when you get him alone
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| You’d be surprised
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| He isn’t much at a dance but then when he takes you home
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| You’d be surprised
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| He doesn’t look like much of a lover
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| But don’t judge a book by it’s cover
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| He’s got the face of an Angel
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| But there’s a Devil in his eye
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| He’s such a delicate thing but when he starts in to squeeze
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| You’d be surprised
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| He doesn’t look very strong but when you sit on his knee
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| You’d be surprised
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| At a party or at a ball
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| I’ve got to admit that he’s nothing at all
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| But in a morris chair
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| You’d be surprised
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| Mary continued to praise
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| Johnny’s remarkable ways
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| To the ladies
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| And you know advertising pays
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| Now Johnny’s never alone
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| He has the busiest phone
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| Almost ev’ry other day
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| A new girl will say
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| He’s not so good in the house but on a bench in the park
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| You’d be surprised
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| He isn’t much in the light but when he gets in the dark
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| You’d be surprised
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| I know he looks as slow as the Erie
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| But you don’t know the half of it, dearie
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| He looks as cold as an Eskimo
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| But there’s fire in his eyes
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| He doesn’t say very much but when he starts in to speak
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| You’d be surprised
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| He’s not so good at the start but at the end of the week
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| You’d be surprised
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| On a streetcar or in a train
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| You’d think he was born without any brain
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| But in a taxicab
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| You’d be surprised |