Gee Whiz
By Dorothy.
Dream girl with your raven hair
Eyes of brown and dimples too
Can’t you find one day to spare
That I may elope with you?
Too many ginks are on your hooks
You trifle right and left
They toddle round with hungry looks
Poor nuts they’re all bereft.
Dream girl get your cigarettes
And I’ll produce the booze,
Put the brake on vain regrets
And let us burn the fuse.
Hire a hall or buy a yacht
It’s all the same, Oh! gee
But give me everything you’ve got
It’s coming straight to ME.
Dream girl with your raven hair
Come cuddle up and tease
Love me, bite me like a bear,
Then kiss me—naughty—please.
Make it today and don’t postpone
Don’t make your sweetie pout,
Dear heart I’m sitting all alone
For the darned old booze gave out.
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