Say you’re at some show
But each girl so far
Has been under par
When, lo and behold, stage center,
You see a perfect Juliet enter.
She so drives you mad
That you wish you had
Just a cottage cool
By a swimming pool
With her waiting there for Daddy.
Well, before you grow fonder,
Stop and ponder, laddie.
Is it the girl or is it the gown?
Which one of the two do you love?
Is it her hair you long to caress
Or is it that exquisite dress?
Is she the dream of all you desire
Or is it her frock
That happens to knock you down?
Is it the girl you love so dearly
Or is it merely her beautiful gown?
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