It ain't so much, a question, of not, knowing what to do
I've known what's right and wrong since i've been ten
I've heard a lot of stories, and i reckon, that they're true
About how girls are put upon by men
I know i mustn't fall into the pit
But when i'm with a fellar i forget
Whatcha gonna do when a fella gets flirty,
Starts to talk dirty?
Whatcha gonna do?
Supposin' that he says that your lips are like cherries,
Roses or berries?
Whatcha gonna do?
Supposin' that he says that you're sweeter than cream
And he's gotta have cream all day?
Whatcha gonna do when he talks that way, huh?
Spit in his eye?
*spit*
I'm just a fool who can't say no
Kissin's my favorite food
With or without the mistletoe
Hey i'm in a holiday mood
Other girls play coy and hard to catch
But other girls ain't having any fun
Everytime i lose that wrestling match
I have a funny feeling that i've won
Though i can feel the undertow
I never make a complaint
Till its too late for restraint
Then when i want to i can't
I can't sayyyyyy oh no
