Ain't She Sweet?

Ain't She Sweet? - Dick Robertson & His Orchestra/Phil Saxe/Lewis James/Elliot Shaw

Ain't she sweet

See her coming down the street

Now I ask you

Very confidentially ain't she sweet

Ain't she nice

Look her over once or twice

Now I ask you

Very confidentially ain't she nice

Just cast an eye in her direction

Oh me oh my ain't that perfection

I repeat

Don't you think she's kind of neat

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she sweet

There she is

There she is

There's what keeps me up at night

Oh gee whiz

Oh gee whiz

There's why I can't eat a bite

Those flaming eyes

That flaming youth

Oh mister oh sister

Tell me the truth

Ain't she sweet

See her coming down the street

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she sweet

Ain't she nice

Look her over once or twice

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she nice

Just cast an eye in her direction

Oh me oh my ain't that perfection

I repeat

Don't you think she's kind of neat

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she sweet

Hodolodioh

Hodolodioh

Holihododilodilo

Hodololioh

Wolowolo

Ohdilidililelo

Ain't she sweeter

See her coming down the street

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she sweet

Ain't she nice

Look her over once or twice

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she nice

Just cast an eye eye eye in her direction

Oh me oh my ain't that perfection

I repeat

Don't you think she's kind of neat

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she sweet