You’re An Old Smoothie
Paul Whiteman
You’re an old smoothie,
I’m an old softie,
I’m just like putty
In the hands of a girl like you.
You’re an old meanie,
I’m a big boobie,
I just go nutty,
In the hands of a girl like you.
Poor me, you played me for a sap;
Poor you, you thought you’d laid a trap!
Well dear, I think it’s time you knew,
You’ve done just what I wanted you to.
Silly old smoothie,
Crafty old softie,
I’ll stick like putty
To the hand of a girl like you.
