Oh, George, Tell Me if You Love Me?
The first time that I fell in love,
'Twas with a pretty belle,
I felt a kind, a sort of kind
Of feeling, I can't tell,
And she said she felt just the same;
And so each night and day,
She'd ask me if I loved her still,
And this is what she'd say:
Oh, George, tell me if you love me?
George, do you love me still?
If you don't kiss me twice in the very same place,
I'll go myself and kill, I will.
I used to trot her out each day,
So fond of sights was she,
We go to Zoo, run down to Kew,
And make love in the middle of the tea,
To all the shows, and gracious knows.
All over the metropolis we went,
And we climbed the spiral staircase what's
Inside the monument.-Chorus.
Well, this went on for six sweet months,
My happiness was such,
That one day I said: "Will you have me, love?"
Said she: "I would like to much."
One morning found us in a church,
Where she was made my bride,
And, oh, I felt too sweet to live,
As we drove home side by side.-Chorus.
She's happy as the day is long,
For the house she nightly fills,
There's always a ball or a party on,
And I've to pay the bills!
Of course I part like an innocent lamb,
For she's such a wheedling way,
She gives me a look as sweet as jam,
And then so sweetly she'll say:- Chorus