someone talks about you, But if your lips are
up into your bedroom And then just as the
"Sweetheart" he says "Sweetbread," Oh! won't you take this
itching, oh, it's fine! By a man with scrubby
sun begins to shine, If you wake in nine e-
tender heart of mine?" If when you answer
whiskers, you'll be kissed upon your birthday, It's a sure,
leven when your room is six o seven, It's a sure,
yes, he goes to wrap it up in paper, It's a sure,
sure sign!
sure sign!
sure sign!
