And I keep them in a jar up in my room When you walk in they open wide Lids are gone, no place to hide
Some of what they say just might be true Well it's a scary thought I must confess You're an ice cream cone in a mini-dress
Oh well I think I'm going crazy It's just I think my body likes you More than any body should That's why I've only got eyes for you
And the way you smell I wish that I had two Ah well you always smell a bit like gin You're gonna make me take to drinkin' again
And I keep them in a jar up in my room When you walk in they open wide Lids are gone, no place to hide