My love is not a ball/Don't bounce it off the wall
Don't drag it through the dirt/It's you that's gonna get hurt.
My affection's not your toy/I'm not your little wind-up boy
Handle with the utmost care/I only got but one heart to spare.
You break it -- you pay!/You break it -- you pay!
Have a laugh on me right now, but you'll cry someday.
Lashes and spit curls, China white/Something 'bout you, baby, I can't fight
You look like a bucket of gin/Tilt back: let me drink you in.
Bows and buttons, yes indeed/But you're the kind likes drawin' a bead
And my heart's no bullseye/It'll ricochet if you try.
My love is not a joke/Don't send it up in smoke
My nerves are little matchtips/Watch out, girl, with those red-hot lips.
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