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She's the Cat's Meow
Have you ever met a gal
that was the cat’s meow?
A real humdinger
that walked like a dream,
and when she passed by
would wink, making you feel
like the captain of the team?
The boys would all say
she is the bee’s knees,
but all you wanted was for her
to blow kisses at you in the breeze.
Some boys would get bold
but she is a firecracker,
turning them down cold.
She is a real corker and
can dish it like the best,
not about to let some dandy
think he can win her,
like some prize in a contest.
No Sir-y Bob, she is not having it,
she wants a pip of a guy to go steady.
She’ll be his sweetheart and he, her fella,
they will kiss, hold hands
going to the sock hop together
as well as the drive in theater.
They will walk to the malt shop
share an ice cream float,
his letterman she wears over her top.
She’s a knockout and he is a doozy
together they make a honey of a couple,
he knows she is no floozy,
so he’ll give her his school ring
and talk to her dad; he is a
good boy never any trouble
its just puppy love, a high school fling.
Gypsy red
7/2012
that was the cat’s meow?
A real humdinger
that walked like a dream,
and when she passed by
would wink, making you feel
like the captain of the team?
The boys would all say
she is the bee’s knees,
but all you wanted was for her
to blow kisses at you in the breeze.
Some boys would get bold
but she is a firecracker,
turning them down cold.
She is a real corker and
can dish it like the best,
not about to let some dandy
think he can win her,
like some prize in a contest.
No Sir-y Bob, she is not having it,
she wants a pip of a guy to go steady.
She’ll be his sweetheart and he, her fella,
they will kiss, hold hands
going to the sock hop together
as well as the drive in theater.
They will walk to the malt shop
share an ice cream float,
his letterman she wears over her top.
She’s a knockout and he is a doozy
together they make a honey of a couple,
he knows she is no floozy,
so he’ll give her his school ring
and talk to her dad; he is a
good boy never any trouble
its just puppy love, a high school fling.
Gypsy red
7/2012
Published 24th Jul 2012
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24th Jul 2012 2:47am
24th Jul 2012 9:26pm
24th Jul 2012 9:13am
This brings to mind my mums era and the stories she have told me about. She ended up with my dad though who was a rogue lol.
A lovely upbeat write Gypsy. :)
A lovely upbeat write Gypsy. :)
24th Jul 2012 9:28pm
Yea my parents to my dad was school bad boy hahah.
So happy it brought good memories.Thanks for stopping by.
So happy it brought good memories.Thanks for stopping by.
24th Jul 2012 1:48pm
24th Jul 2012 9:29pm
Ken don't tell fibs lolol you know it was your era hahahahaha this was really a fun piece.Thanks for the comment.
