There she is, there she is, that’s why I can’t sleep at night
Oh gee whiz, that’s why I can’t eat a bite
Those flaming eyes, that flaming youth
Hey mister, hey sister, ain’t it the truth

Ain’t she sweet, see her coming down the street
I ask you very confidentially, ain’t she sweet
Ain’t she nice, look her over once or twice
I ask you very confidentially, ain’t she nice

                                                         Cast an eye in her direction
                                                      my oh my ain’t that perfection

I repeat, don’t you think it’s kind of neat
I ask you very confidentially ain’t she sweet, oh ain’t she…