Ma (He's Makin Eyes At Me)

Little Lilly was oh! So silly and shy
And all the fellows knew,
She wouldn’t bill and coo:
Ev’ry single night some smart fellow would try
o cuddle up to her, but she would cry:
«Ma, he’s making eyes at me!
Ma he’s awful nice to me!
Ma he’s almost breaking my heart,
I’m beside him, Mercy!
Let his conscience guide him!
Ma, he wants to marry me,
Be my honey bee.
Ev’ry minute he gets bolder,
Now he’s leaning on my shoulder,
Ma, he’s kissing me!»
Lilly was so good, ev’ry body could tell.
You’d never see her roam,
She’d always stay at home;
All the neighbors knew little Lilly too well.
For when the boys would call, They’d hear her yell:
Ma, he’s making eyes at me!
Ma he’s awful nice to me!
Ma he’s almost breaking my heart,
If you peek in, Can’t you see I’m goin' to weaken?
Ma, he wants to marry me,
Be my honey bee.
Ma, I’m meeting with resistance,
I shall holler for assistance,
Ma, he’s kissing me!"