Pu-Leeze! Mr. Hemingway!

You'll find that I'm the sort
That likes a little sport
But there's a limit nevertheless

There's something in your eye
That seems to warn me
I had better beware of your finesse
I can understand
When you hold my hand
That it's love finding a way
I don't mind you acting thrilly
But when you start acting silly
Pu-Leeze! Mister Hemingway!
It's so plain to see
You appeal to me
When you're near, my heart must obey
You're so sweet and so delicious
But when you get too ambitious
Pu-Leeze! Mister Hemingway!
I love affection
But we're all alone
And there's one objection:
If we only had a chaperone!
I don't mind the park
When it's nice and dark
'Neath the moonlight I love to stay
I adore you when you're gentle
But when you get sentimental
Pu-Leeze! Mister Hemingway!
I love a brave man
With big he-man stuff
But not a caveman
So remember not to play too rough!
Being kissable
Is permissable
When you steal a kiss, it's okay
And I don't mind your osculation
But my dear, my operation
Oh Pu-Leeze! Mister Hemingway!