ma he s making eyes at me

Etta Jones

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!