|
There never was a gal I could love, like I love my Josephine |
|
She's a flirt, she's a scamp, she's the vampiest vamp I've ever seen |
|
It seems to me she's always flirting with the fellows passing by |
|
But when I say she winks, then she tells me she thinks |
|
There's a cinder in her eye |
|
I believe it would be better if I'd leave her and forget |
|
Everybody says it would be wise |
|
But each time that I go out to dance with somebody else |
|
I find myself dancing with tears in my eyes |
|
For there's nobody quite so nice who can be quite so mean |
|
As my gal, what a gal, Josephine |
|
There never was a gal I could love, like I love my Josephine |
|
She's a flirt, she's a scamp, she's the vampiest vamp I've ever seen |
|
It seems to me she's always flirting with the fellows passing by |
|
But when I say she winks, then she tells me she thinks |
|
There's a cinder in her eye |
|
I believe it would be better if I'd leave her and forget |
|
Everybody says it would be wise |
|
But each time that I go out to dance with somebody else |
|
I find myself dancing with tears in my eyes |
|
For there's nobody quite so nice who can be quite so mean |
|
As my gal, what a gal, Josephine |
