Well I’ll be,
That doll’s the bee’s knees,
Giving me the heebie jeebies.
A torch I might be carrying.
Got me going goofy.
A stuck on kind of feel.
Ain’t got a clam,
Bum off any bimbo.
As long as she’s got IT for me.
She’s keen on the level,
A hotsy-totsy,
Moving fingers on keys,
She’s the cat’s meow…
Down on Wilson St.
She don’t take no,
Wooden nickels.
She’s a radical sensation
motion picture baby.
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