(From the show ‘Little Me’)
Pardon me, miss
But I’ve never done this
With a real live girl
Straight off the farm
With an actual armful
Of real live girl
Pardon me, if your affectionate squeeze
Fogs up my goggles
And buckles my knees
I’m simply drowned
In the sight and the sound
And the scent and the feel
Of a real live girl
Speaking of miracles, this must be it
Just when I started to learn how to knit
I’m all in stitches from finding what riches
A dance can reveal
With a real live girl
Real live girl
Real live girl