Ain't She Sweet - Buck Clayton, Ada Moore, Jimmy Rushing

There she is!

There she is!

There’s what keeps me up at night

Oh, gee whiz!

Oh, gee whiz!

There’s why I can’t eat a bite

Those flaming eyes!

That flaming youth!

Oh, mister oh, sister, tell me the truth

Ain’t she sweet?

See her walking down the street

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain’t she sweet?

Ain’t she nice

Look her over once or twice

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain’t she nice?

Just cast an eye in her direction

Oh me, oh my, ain’t that perfection

I repeat

Don’t you think she’s kind of sweet

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain’t she sweet?

Tell me where, tell me where

Have you seen one just like that

I declare, I declare

That sure is worth looking at Oh, boy, how sweet those lips must be Gaze on it, doggonit!

Now answer me Ain’t she sweet?

See her walking down the street

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain’t she sweet?

Ain’t she nice?

Look her over once or twice

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain’t she nice?

Just cast an eye in her direction

Oh me, oh my, ain’t that perfection

I repeat

Don’t you think she’s kind of sweet

Now I ask you very confidentially

Ain’t she sweet?