| 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
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| Everyone wanted to know
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| How she could pick such a bow
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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
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| 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
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| But when he’s taking 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 you can’t judge a book by its cover
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| He’s got the face of an angel but
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| There’s a devil in his eye
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| He’s such a delicate thing
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| But when he’s starting to squeeze
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| You’d be surprised
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| He doesn’t look very strong
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| But when you sit on his knees
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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 |