John V. A. Weaver

GEE, she’s sweet! So sorta eyes wide open

And shiny, like the street-lights do at night

When rain is on the sidewalk. They’s a somethin’

About the way her whole face has that light

Whenever she looks at me. It always says,

“I believe in you! Oh, I believe in you!”

That face like a little flower, starin’ at me—

It scares me! What should I do? What can I do?

I tell her not to go and dream about me,

I ain’t no fine guy, and I tell her so;

She keeps on thinkin’ I’m just kiddin’ her

And answers back, “You can’t fool me! I know!”

And just to think, that lovely dream about me

Has got to smash all up some awful day

When she finds out the way that I am really….

It’ll hurt her so … I ought to get away

Where she can’t never see me any more,

Before that dream and all that sweetness dies….

But can I do it? Can I do without her?

Can I stand not seein’ that lovin’ in her eyes?