Don't Ask! Song Lyrics
If you're looking for a playmate,
There's a chap whose praises I'd sing.
You will find that he's a gay mate,
If you care for that sort of thing.
You'll be feeling dizzy when you've kissed him,
And you'll murmur, "Oh, is this a system!"
Who is the guy -
Oh me, oh my -
Thinks you're peaches and pie...
Who is the chap?
Who is the sap?
Love all over his map?
Moon and stars, stars and moon, heaven above -
Lady, lady, someone's in love. Oh!
Who is the sheik
Who'd make you weak
With his parlor technique?
Are you sure he won't mislead us?
Maybe it'll pay to take a chance.
Is satisfaction guaranteed us?
You can count on that in advance.
He's the sort of chap to set your cap for.
He's the kind of bird the flappers flap for.
Who is the miss
Who'd like a kiss?
If you have to know this,
Is there a Jill
Who'd like a thrill?
Be yourself? Don't be sil'!
But, oh my, she is shy, what'll she do?
Laddie, laddie, it's up to you.
Say, no use to sigh;
Come on and try.
But will he satisfy?