You'll find that I'm the sort
That likes a little sport,
But theres a limit, nevertheless.
There's something in your eye
That seems to warn me I
Had better beware of your finesse!
I can understand
When you hold my hand
That it's love finding a way;
I don't mind you feeling frilly,
But when you start acting silly,
Pu-leeze! Mr Hemingway!
It's so plain to see
You appeal to me,
When you're near my heart must obey;
You're so sweet and so delicious,
But when you get too ambitious,
Pu-leeze! Mr Hemingway!
I love affection,
But when we're alone;
And there's one objection,
If only we had a chaperone!
I don't mind the park
When it's nice and dark,
'Neath the moonlight I love to stay;
I adore you when you're gentle,
But when you get sentimental,
Pu-leeze! Mr Hemingway!
I love a brave man
With big he-man stuff,
But not a caveman,
So remember not to play too rough!
Being kissable
I permissable,
Is when you steal a kiss it's okay,
And I don't mind your osculation,
But my dear, my operation!
Pu-leeze! Mr Hemingway!

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