A fellow with his lady friend walking and talking of love

A moon that has a silvery lining is shining above

The girlie says you certainly do like to coo like a dove

A nervous youth

A jealous miss

Who wants the truth

Is asking this:



How many times have you said, "I love you"?

How many times have you said, "I'll be true"?



How many wonderful sweeties have you told that to?

How many times has a certain feeling

Troubled you so that you "hit the ceiling"?



How many hands have you held all alone?

How many lips have you pressed to your own?



I'd hate to think that you kissed too many

But I'd feel worse if you hadn't kissed any

Please tell me how many times





[2]

A certain thing has puzzled me greatly, just lately, my dear

Why does a fellow always get stupid when Cupid is near?

Although I was the smartest at college that knowledge, I fear

Could never bring

A Romeo

The only thing

He wants to know