Real Live Girl

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.