Pardon me, miss
But I've never done this
With a real live girl

Straight off the farm
With an actual armful
Of a real live girl

Pardon me, if you're affectionate squeeze
Fogs up my goggles and buckles my knees
I'm simply drown in the sight and the sounds
And the scent and the feel of a real live girl

Speaking of miracles, this must be it
Just when I started to learn how to knit
I'm all in stitches, from finding what riches
A dance can reveal, with a real live girl
Real live girl, real live girl