Pardon me miss, 



but I've never done this with a real live girl. 



What could be harmful in holding an armful 



of real live girl? 



Pardon me if your affectionate squeeze 



fogs up my goggles and buckles my knees. 



I'm simply drowned in the sound 



and the sight and the scent 



and the feel of a real live girl. 



Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet 



by a real live girl. 



Dreams in your bunk don't compare with a hunk 



of a real live girl. 



Girls were too girlish was once my belief. 



What a reversal and what a relief! 



I'll take the flowering hat and the towering heel



and the squeal of a real live girl. 



I've seen photographs and facsimiles 



that have set my heart off in a whirl. 



But I'd overlook everyone in the book 



for a real live girl. 



Take your Venetian or Roman or Grecian 



ideal live girl. 



Go be a holdout for Helen of Troy. 



I am a healthy American boy, 



and I'd rather gape at the dear 



little shape of the stern 



and the keel of a real live, 



full-time vocational, all-operational girl.