| lyric | Don’t throw bouquets at me,
Don’t please my folks too much,
Don’t laugh at my jokes too much,
People will say we’re in love,
Don’t sigh and gaze at me,
Your sighs are so like mine.
Your eyes mustn’t glow like mine,
People will say we’re in love,
oh, Darling, Don’t start collecting things
Give me my rose and my glove,
Darling, Sweetheart tehy’re suspecting things,
Darling, People will say we’re in love. |