I don't know where the charm is
I don't know what the harm is
But women are the burden of my story!
They seem to bore me never,
I think about them ever
I dwell upon the subject "Con Amore!"
A little blonde, a big brunette,
A stately dame, A gay soubrette:
I wish not one of them could live without me!
I've often thought I'd love to be
An island in an open sea,
With myriads of girlie girls about me! Gee!
I wish I was an island in an ocean of girls,
Surrounded by them as far as I could see!
And like the little waves at play,
That kiss the shore then run away,
So I should like to have them play with me.
Just one and then another comes a slipping along!
All creamy white, within your arms she curls;
As with one sudden, fond embrace,
She splashes kisses on your face!
Oh, for an island, what a place! An ocean full of girls!
Now, how the girls are dressing,
It keeps a fellow guessing!
You couldn't tell the things that you have shown you!
By golly, but they're daring,
The clothes they are not wearing,
I wonder that they all ain't got pneumonia!
But where I love the best to be
Is on the shore beside the sea.
In summer! There I find the most distractions!
The pretty little bathing girls,
With wavy hair and teeths of pearls,
And coral lips and such marine attractions! Gee!
Blossom, Henry and Herbert, Victor, "I Wish I Was an Island in an Ocean of Girls" (1915). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1596.
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