Will she or won't she roll up to my door tonight
And if she does how can I turn her away?
Will she or won't she ask me to turn out the light
And if she does I know she's meaning to stay
I met her pulling porter in the Shamrock Bar
It was the end of just another busy day
We had a rendezvous in my new motor car
And like a fool I gave my number away

I found her legs so pretty, don't you know
we had a wonderful time, oysters and wine
I was quite inclined to share with her
an evening or two, drinking a few
However when we got home
She would not leave me alone…

She needed entertainment of the social kind
She needed more than any mortal could supply
She never gave me time to close the bedroom blind
Her hand was mountaineering over my thing

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And now I stand before you pale and thin
and I don't know what to do, what can I do?
She comes upon me day and night
and lets me do what I please, I'm on my knees
And so we do it an then
She makes me do it again

Will she or won't she roll up to my door tonight
And if she does how can I turn her away?
Will she or won't she ask me to turn out the light
And if she does I know she's meaning to stay