JOSEPHINE 1937 |
THERE NEVER WAS A GAL I COULD LOVE,
LIKE I LOVE MY JOSEPHINE.
SHE’S A FLIRT, SHE’S A SCAMP,
SHE’S THE VAMPIEST VAMP
I’VE EVER SEEN.
IT SEEMS TO ME SHE’S ALWAYS FLIRTING,
WITH THE FELLOWS PASSING BY.
BUT WHEN I SAY SHE WINKS,
THEN SHE TELLS ME SHE THINKS,
THERE’S A CINDER IN HER EYE.
I BELIEVE IT WOULD BE BETTER
IF I’D LEAVE HER AND FORGET.
EVERYBODY SAYS IT WOULD BE WISE.
BUT EACH TIME THAT I GO OUT TO DANCE
WITH SOMEBODY ELSE,
I FIND MYSELF DANCING
WITH TEARS IN MY EYES.
FOR THERE’S NOBODY QUITE SO NICE,
WHO CAN BE QUITE SO MEAN,
AS MY GAL, WHAT A GAL, JOSEPHINE.
