I Wish I Was an Island in an Ocean of Girls

Abstract

VERSE 1I don\u27t know where the charm isI don\u27t know what the harm isBut women are the burden of my story!They seem to bore me never,I think about them ever I dwell upon the subject Con Amore! A little blonde, a big brunette,A stately dame, A gay soubrette:I wish not one of them could live without me!I\u27ve often thought I\u27d love to be An island in an open sea,With myriads of girlie girls about me! Gee! REFRAINI wish I was an island in an ocean of girls,Surrounded by them as far as I could see!And like the little waves at play,That kiss the shore then run away,So I should like to have them play with me.Just one and then another comes a slipping along!All creamy white, within your arms she curls;As with one sudden, fond embrace,She splashes kisses on your face!Oh, for an island, what a place! An ocean full of girls! VERSE 2Now, how the girls are dressing,It keeps a fellow guessing!You couldn\u27t tell the things that you have shown you!By golly, but they\u27re daring,The clothes they are not wearing,I wonder that they all ain\u27t got pneumonia!But where I love the best to beIs on the shore beside the sea.In summer! There I find the most distractions!The pretty little bathing girls,With wavy hair and teeths of pearls,And coral lips and such marine attractions! Gee