Buck Clayton & His Swing Band - Ain't She Sweet Lyrics

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Ain't She Sweet

Ain't She Sweet Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Ain't She Sweet By Buck Clayton & His Swing Band?
There she is! There she is!
There's what keeps me up at 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 Ain't she sweet? See her walking 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 she's kind of sweet Now I ask you very confidentially Ain't she sweet? 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 Ain't she sweet? See her walking 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 she's kind of sweet Now I ask you very confidentially Ain't she sweet? |
Who Wrote Ain't She Sweet By Buck Clayton & His Swing Band?
Jack Yellen, Milton Ager
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What's The Duration Of The Ain't She Sweet By Buck Clayton & His Swing Band?The duration of Ain't She Sweet is 2:39 minutes and seconds. |
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