Young Girl

There is music in her feet . . .

There are kisses in her eyes. . . .

There is music in her feet

As she trips along on her high-heeled patent-leather pumps

That beat a rapid tattoo upon the pavement

In short sounds-pank-pank-pank.

Pank-pank-pank go the three-inch heels,

And her shoulders sway

And her hips sway

To the music of her feet.

Dancing or walking,

There is music in her feet.

There are kisses in her eyes . . .

Last night he kissed me.

Tonight he'll kiss me again.

And there's tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow-

Time for a million kisses.

Pank-pank-pank go the three-inch heels,

As her eyes

Glance arrogantly at passers-by.

There is music in her feet . . .

There are kisses in her eyes. . . .