Kiss me; I’m Irish. . . Silly guy!
All night you’ve given me the eye,
and with that gift of gab you’ve shown,
you sure have kissed the Blarney Stone!
Are you just trying to be sly?
Real soon now in the by-and-by,
they’ll close this pub down. Sweetie pie,
lean in a bit, and if you’re prone. . .
Green smiling eyes should tell you why;
I simply want to satisfy
this sweet sensation which has grown
between us strong as the cologne
you’re wearing; Baby, don’t be shy. . .
Just kiss me!