Variation on a theme by Max Miller
Some girls do
And some girls don't.
Some girls will
And others won't.
The problem
Always seems to be,
The other girls
Go out with me.
Some girls like
A bit of this,
And some girls
Like a bit of that.
Others stay at home
With Mother,
And hold back
On a bit of the other.
Some girls stay in
To wash their hair.
Some go out
In disrepair.
Girls whose favours
Are given themeanest,
Undoubtedly have hair
Which is the cleanest.
Do you,
Don't you,
Will you,
Won't you?
Why do I bother?
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