Real Live Girl Matt Monro

Pardon me miss
But I've never done this
With a real live girl
What could be harmful

In holding an armful
Of a real live girl
Pardon me if you're affectionate squeeze
Fogs up my goggles and

Buckles my knees
I'm simply drown in the sight, and the sounds
And the scent and the feel
Of a real live girl

Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet
By a real live girl
Dreams of you but don't compare with a hunk
Of a real live girl

Girl's were to girlish
Was once my belief
What a reversal and what a relief
I'll take the flowering hat

And the towering hill
And the squeal of a real live girl
I've seen photographs and faximilies
That have set my heart off in a whirl