The Boy Can't Help It

If he walks by and the women get engrosed

If he winks an eye and the bread slice turns to toast

He's got a lot of what they call the most.



You know the boy can't help it

He was born to please

And if he's got himself a figure that's just made to squeeze

Won't you kindly be aware that the boy can't help it.



If he mezmerizes each and every one

And, Lord when he smiles the beefsteak becomes well done

He even makes my grandma feel like she's twentyone.



You know the boy can't help it

He was born to please

And if i got to go down to him on bended knees

It's because I'm hoping, obviously

That some day his answer will be

The boy can't help it.



He's in love with me...