Ain'tcha?
Some girls keep their sweeties guessing
But I am different, I'm confessing
That I'm crazy over you
Oh, I admit that you're my big moment
I never knew what a steady beau meant
'Til you came my way
Now, listen while I say...
Ain't ya' kinda glad, and ain't ya' kinda gay
When you hear me say I loves ya'?
Oh, tell me, baby, ain't ya'?
And don't you kinda miss, a little bit of bliss
When a hug or kiss, I gives ya?
Oh, tell me, baby, don't ya'?
Pretty soon, there'll be a honeymoon
And to the preacher, we will go
And in a year, maybe, honey dear
We'll have a boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-doop, oh
Ain't ya' kinda glad, and ain't ya' kinda gay
When you hear me say I loves ya'?
Oh, tell me, baby, ain't ya'?
Boop-boop-a-doop
And didn't you used to say, that on some future day
That you'd buy lingerie for your little baby, huh?
Oh, tell me, baby, didn't ya'? Ooh-ooh
And can't you take me, please, down to Tiffany's
And buy some rings and things for your little baby, hmm?
Oh, tell me, honey, can't ya'?
Now, if you don't, then I'll get mad
And I won't be nice and sweet to you
You know what I'll do? I'll get the blues
Then I'll refuse to boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-doop
Oh, when everything is set, ain't ya' gonna get
A parlor, kitchenette and twin beds, no?
Oh, tell me, baby, ain't ya'?
And ain't ya' willingly, gonna neck with me?
'Cause it's plain to see that I loves ya'
Oh, tell me, baby, bop-op-ee-dop-ee-da, ain't ya'?
But I am different, I'm confessing
That I'm crazy over you
Oh, I admit that you're my big moment
I never knew what a steady beau meant
'Til you came my way
Now, listen while I say...
Ain't ya' kinda glad, and ain't ya' kinda gay
When you hear me say I loves ya'?
Oh, tell me, baby, ain't ya'?
And don't you kinda miss, a little bit of bliss
When a hug or kiss, I gives ya?
Oh, tell me, baby, don't ya'?
Pretty soon, there'll be a honeymoon
And to the preacher, we will go
And in a year, maybe, honey dear
We'll have a boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-doop, oh
Ain't ya' kinda glad, and ain't ya' kinda gay
When you hear me say I loves ya'?
Oh, tell me, baby, ain't ya'?
Boop-boop-a-doop
And didn't you used to say, that on some future day
That you'd buy lingerie for your little baby, huh?
Oh, tell me, baby, didn't ya'? Ooh-ooh
And can't you take me, please, down to Tiffany's
And buy some rings and things for your little baby, hmm?
Oh, tell me, honey, can't ya'?
Now, if you don't, then I'll get mad
And I won't be nice and sweet to you
You know what I'll do? I'll get the blues
Then I'll refuse to boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-doop
Oh, when everything is set, ain't ya' gonna get
A parlor, kitchenette and twin beds, no?
Oh, tell me, baby, ain't ya'?
And ain't ya' willingly, gonna neck with me?
'Cause it's plain to see that I loves ya'
Oh, tell me, baby, bop-op-ee-dop-ee-da, ain't ya'?
Credits
Writer(s): Mack Gordon, Max Rich
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