He's marching on an apple that he's stolen,
I know.
His jeans are ripped and dirty,
looking like a scapegoat.
He wears a multicolored shirt,
a walking rainbow.
He's my toy boy and I love him so.
He's got no money, honey, but he's so funny.
He makes
me laugh with all the little things that he says.
L-O-V-E, does he love me true?
I want
him to tell me, to tell me today.
Just three little words is okay.
He's got holes in his
pocket and his hair is too long.
He plays a one-string banjo as he sings me a song,
but the notes he is singing seem to turn out all wrong.
He's my toy boy and I love him so.
His handkerchief is dirty,
his shoelaces are loose.
It saves him time in dressing,
that's his only excuse.
He makes a slurping sound when he drinks his orange juice.
He's my toy boy and yes, I love him so.
And then I know a date who always comes late.
He's wild and reckless and he's got a cheeky face.
L-O-V-E, does he love me true?
I want him to tell me, to tell me today.
Just three little words is okay.
There will come a day,
you know,
I hope that is soon.
He will say, I love you, I'll be over the moon.
We'll make love in May and we'll be married in June.
He's my toy boy and yes, I love him so.
He's got no money, honey, but he's so funny.
He makes me laugh with all the little things
that he says.
L-O-V-E, does he love me true?
I want him to tell me, to tell me today.
Just
three little words is okay.
He's munching on an apple that he's stolen,
I know.
His jeans
are ripped and dirty, looking like a scarecrow.
He wears a multicolored shirt,
a walking rainbow.
He's my toy boy and yes, I love him so.
We'll make love in May and we'll be married in June.
He's my toy boy and yes, I love him so.