Little Lisa
Lisa is a girl of mine,
she's cute and sweet as wine;
she always hugs and kisses me,
she's simply bright and gay.
She never fails to make me smile,
she's full of little tricks;
her eyes are round, they're big and dark,
they’re dark as a moonless night.
Lisa, Lisa, you're my little lady,
Lisa, Lisa, you're my naughty baby.
Lisa, Lisa, don't you grow up fast,
don't you grow up fast,
let's make our time together last.
Hey! my Lisa, don't you know
I'm so in love with you;
although you're fat, you make me glad
to be your loving dad.
Don't ever tell your mother dear
about the love we share;
she'll just become jealous and mean,
that's surely trouble then.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2006
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