Classic Poem

Girl
You'll find that I'm the sort
That likes a little sport,
But there's a limit nevertheless.
There's something in your eye
That seems to warn me I
Had better beware of your finesse.

Refrain
I can understand when you hold my hand,
That it's love finding a way.
I don't mind your feeling thrilly, but when you start acting silly
Pu-leeze! Mister Hemingway!
It's so plain to see, you appeal to me;
When you're near my heart must obey.
You're so sweet and so delicious, but when you get ambitious,
Pu-leeze! Mister Hemingway!
I love affection, but we're all alone.
There's one objection, if we only had a chaperon.
I don't mind the park when it's nice and dark;
'Neath the moonlight I love to stay.
I adore you when you're gentle, but when you get sentimental —
Pu-leeze! Mister Hemingway!