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My father played a mean piano, and I have fond memories of his music. Many a night I went to sleep listening to the piano going. This is one he played over and over. I still love it.

Ain't She Sweet?
Jack Yellen, 1927
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There she is! There she is!
There's what keeps me up all night.
Oh, gee whiz! Oh, gee whiz!,
There's why I can't eat a bite.
Those flaming eyes! that flaming youth!
Oh, Mister, oh, sister tell me the truth.

Chorus:
Ain't she sweet?
See her coming down the street!
Now I ask you very confidentially,
Ain't she sweet?
Ain't she nice?
Look her over once or twice
Now I ask you very confidentially,
Ain't she nice?
Just 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?
And I ask you very confidentially,
Ain't she sweet?

2. 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 must be!
Gaze on it! doggonit, now answer me!
Chorus: "

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