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