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JES' A-FOOLIN'
She says to me, "I wish you would
Jes' quit all time a-teasin' me, From morn 'til night it seems that you
Won't fer a minit let me be. Go 'way now, feller, let me 'lone,
I never liked you much nohow;" But say, she laffs when she says that—
She's jes' a-foolin', I'll allow.
I goes to see her Sunday night;
She allers says she doesn't care If I don't come, but why has she
Them bran'-new ribbins in her hair? An' why's she got her best dress on?
Jes' tell me that an' tell me now; But still she claims she doesn't care—
Still jes' a-foolin', I'll allow.
T'other night I tells her straight
I loves her, an' you ought to see That little flirt jes' tip-toe up
An' give the sweetest kiss to me— Ah-m-m-m! 'twas sweet, but still she says
She doesn't like me much nohow, An' then she'll laff an' squeeze my hand—
Still jes' a-foolin', I'll allow. |
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