(Ira Gershwin, George Gershwin)

Dozens of girls would storm up;
I had to lock my door,
Somehow I couldn't warm up
To one before.
What was it that controlled me?
What kept my lovelife lean?
My intuition told me
 [bad word] on the scene.
Lady, listen to the rhythm of my heartbeat,
And you'll get just what I mean.

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you!
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you!
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Just one look at you, my heart grew tipsy in me;
You and you alone bring out the gypsy in me!
I love all the many charms about you!
Above all I want these arms about you.
Don't be a naughty baby, [bad word] to [bad word] to daddy, do!
My sweet embraceable you!

Just one look at you, my heart grew tipsy in me;
You and you alone bring out the gypsy in me!
I love all the many charms about you!
Above all I want these arms about you.
Now don't be a naughty baby, [bad word] to [bad word] to daddy, do!
My sweet embraceable you!