Ma He’s Making Eyes At Me
Little Lilly was oh! So silly and shy
And all the fellows knew
She wouldn't bill and coo:
Ev'ry single night some smart fellow would try
O cuddle up to her, but she would cry:

"Ma, he's making eyes at me!
Ma he's awful nice to me!
Ma he's almost breaking my heart
I'm beside him, Mercy!
Let his conscience guide him!
Ma, he wants to marry me
Be my honey bee
Ev'ry minute he gets bolder
Now he's leaning on my shoulder
Ma, he's kissing me!"

Lilly was so good, ev'ry body could tell
You'd never see her roam
She'd always stay at home;
All the neighbors knew little Lilly too well
For when the boys would call, They'd hear her yell:
Ma, he's making eyes at me!
Ma he's awful nice to me!
Ma he's almost breaking my heart
If you peek in, Can't you see I'm goin' to weaken?
Ma, he wants to marry me
Be my honey bee
Ma, I'm meeting with resistance
I shall holler for assistance
Ma, he's kissing me!"