| Some girls keep their sweeties guessing
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| But I am different, I’m confessing
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| That I’m crazy over you!
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| Oh, I admit that you’re my big moment;
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| I never knew what a steady beau meant
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| Till you came my way;
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| Now, listen while I say:
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| Ain’tcha kinda glad? |
| And ain’tcha kinda gay?
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| When you hear me say I loves ya
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| Oh, tell me, baby, ain’tcha?
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| And don’t you kinda miss, a little bit of bliss
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| When a hug or kiss I gives ya!
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| Oh, tell me, baby, don’tcha?
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| Pretty soon, there’ll be a honeymoon
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| And to the preacher we will go
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| And in a year, maybe, honey dear
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| We’ll have a boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-doop!
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| Oh! |
| Ain’tcha kinda glad? |
| And ain’tcha kinda gay?
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| When you hear me say I loves ya
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| Oh, tell me, baby, ain’tcha?
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| Boop-boop-a-doop!
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| And didn’t you used to say, that on some future day
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| That you’d buy lingerie for your little baby, huh?
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| Oh, tell me, baby, didn’tcha?
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| Ooh-ooh!
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| And can’t you take me, please, down to Tiffany’s
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| And buy some rings and things for your little baby, hmmm?
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| Oh, tell me, honey, can’tcha?
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| Now, if you don’t then I’ll get mad and I won’t be nice and sweet to you
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| You know what I’ll do? |
| I’ll get the blues
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| Then I’ll refuse to boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-doop!
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| Oh, when everything is set, ain’tcha gonna get
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| A parlor, kitchenette and twin beds, no?
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| Oh, tell me, baby, ain’tcha?
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| And ain’tcha willingly gonna neck with me
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| 'Cause it’s plain to see that I loves ya!
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| Oh, tell me, baby, bop-op-e-dop-a-da, ain’tcha? |