Gene Austin — Aint She Sweet?

There she is, there she is That's what keeps me up at night Oh gee whiz, oh gee whiz That's why I can't eat a bite Those flaming eyes That flaming youth Oh mister, oh sister Tell me the truth Ain't she sweet? See her coming down that street I ask you confidentially 'ain't she sweet?' Ain't she nice? Look her over once or twice I ask you confidentially 'ain't she nice?' Cast an eye in her direction Oh me, oh my, ain't that perfection I repeat Don't you think that's kind of neat I ask you confidentially 'ain't she sweet?' Tell me where, tell me where Have you seen one just like that? I declare, I declare That sure is worth looking at Oh boy, how sweet those lips be Oh gaze on her, doggoner' Answer me Ain't she sweet? See her coming down that street I ask you confidentially 'ain't she sweet?' Ain't she nice? Look her over once or twice I ask you confidentially 'ain't she nice?' Just cast a little old eye in her direction Oh me, oh my my my, ain't that perfection I repeat Don't you think that's kind of neat I ask you confidentially 'ain't she sweet?' Just cast an eye-why-why in her direction Oh me, oh my my my, ain't that perfection I repeat Don't you think that's kinda neat I ask you confidentially 'ain't she sweet?'