Oh How That German Could Love

Once I got stuck on a sweet little German, And oh what a German was she. The best that was walking, well what's the use talking, Was just made to order for me. So lovely, and witty, more yet she was pretty, You don't know until you have tried. She had such a figure, it couldn't be bigger, And there was some more yet beside.

Oh how that German could love With a feeling that came from the heart She called me her honey, her angel, her money She pushed ev'ry word out so smart She spoke like a speaker, and oh what a speech Like no other speaker could speak Ach my what a German when she kissed her Herman It stayed on my cheek for a week

This girl could squeeze, and it never would hurt For that lady knew just how to squeeze Her loving was killing, more yet she was willing You never would have to say please I just couldn't stop her, for dinner and supper Some kisses and hugs was the food When she wasn't nice it was more better twice When she's bad she was better than good

Oh how that German could love With a sweetness that's sweeter than sweet Just say what you please, you would hug and you'd squeeze Just the shoes that she wore on her feet Her smile was like money that somebody owed you, That somebody wanted to give. When you felt like dying and she started sighing, Ach my it was worthwhile to live.

Sometimes we'd love for a week at a time, And it only would seem like a day. How well I remember, one night in December, I felt like the middle of May. I'll bet all I'm worth that when she came on earth, All the angels went out on parade. No other one turned up, I think that they burned up, The pattern from which she was made.

Oh how that German could love, With a love like you see in a play. When she said, "My dear," it would ring in my ear, For a year, and a week and a day. Her no was like yes, and her yes was like no, It was something like yes, it was, well, When we got together ach donner und vetter, 'Twas love with a capital "L".