Don't Ask

If you're looking for a playmate

There's a chap whose praises I'd sing

You will find that he's a gay mate

If you care for that sort of thing

You'll be feeling dizzy when you've kissed him

And you'll murmur, "Oh, is this a system!"

Who is the guy

Oh me, oh may

Thinks you're peaches and pie?

Don't ask

Who is the chap?

Who is the sap?

Love all over his map?

Don't ask

Moon and stars, stars and moon, heaven above

Lady, lady, someone's in love, oh!

Who is the sheik

Who'd make you weak

With his parlor technique?

Don't ask

Are you sure he won't mislead us?

Maybe it'll pay to take a chance

Is satisfaction guaranteed us?

You can count on that in advance

He's the sort of chap to set your cap for

He's the sort of bird the flappers flap for

Who is the miss

Who'd like a kiss?

If you have to know this

Don't ask

Is there a Jill

Who'd like a thrill?

Be yourself, don't be sil'

Don't ask

But, oh my, she is shy, what'll she do?

Laddie, laddie, it's up to you

Say, no use to sigh

Come on and try

But will he satisfy?

Don't ask!