My guy's a charmer; can't be torn from his arms
Even if you try
Guys, I'm immune from Number Nine Love Potion
Stuck like glue, am I
My guy: I'm stickin' like a letter's stamp
That's licked ev'ry night: sweet-heart
And there is nothing in this world
That could have us torn apart

Birds of feather: two, are we, and no one else will do
Doesn't matter what gifts you might buy
Can't tear me away from guy; I'll never be untrue
To my man, I would never tell a lie

You see, I gave my guy my word of honor
Never would deny
So I suggest that you had best be gone, or --
-- He'll send you "bye-bye"
My guy's not blighted by the slightest mar
And him, never would deceive
No, I'm not bluffing; keep my word
He, forever, can believe

Ask me my opinion? I will tell you my man is tops
To my taste, he's perfect, and it's real
Say sincerely: as men go, he's cream among the crop
In truth, in fact, my guy is my ideal

His love is stronger than a body-builder
Hand, could never pry
His looks are better than some lily-gilder,
Buffed of arm and thigh
To me, more handsome than a movie star
With strong, rugged, chiseled face
No, there is no man in this world
Who could ever take his place

No muscled six-pack abs or steroid biceps
Try, as hard as can,
No flawless face like gorgeous George T. Clooney:
Steal me from my man
On Walk Of Fame in Hollywood: own star?
Who cares? Apple of my eye:
There's only one man in my world
None can take me from ... my ... guy