[Verse]
(He) I won't deny that I've had fancies galore
say three or four Well, may be more
I've often thought: This one I truly adore
Then in a minute I'd find there's nothing in it.
[Refrain]
Same sort of girl and the same sort of boy, Same sort of whirl in the same round of joy, Same "making eyes" and the same tender sighs, same moonlight walk, same silly talk,
Same old duet sung by Adam and Eve, Same sort of fibs that no one can believe, I thought that old game was one that I knew. But it's so different with you.
[Verse]
(She) I've been a summer girl and met two or three
who I agree Looked nice to me
Each one I fancied my ideal might be
Then I'd waken and find I had been mistaken.