I'm not a saint
I couldn't be a guardian angel
Can't be what I ain't
And if you want more, then I can't blame you
If I had a chance with you
Darned if I wouldn't do my best
My best to be true, oh, oh, oh

Ain't very smart
I can't hold no deep conversation
But I offer you my heart
You could save it from a sad situation
Oh, how I'd love to hold you in my arms
To the fascination with my many charms
Try me, try me

Love, love, love
You ain't seen no lovin' yet
Talkin' about some holding you (Holding you)
Squeezing you (Squeezing you)
Be it right, be it true, oh, hey hey oh

I don't go out very often
Ain't got a whole lot of money
Sit at home alone thinkin' 'bout ya
Let me tell you, it sure ain't fun
Now I could have a wеalth untold
If I only had you in my arms, yeah, to hold

Give me a chancе, baby i need your lovin'
Just a chance with you
Oh, hey hey yeah, baby said I want a chance
Just a

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Writer(s): Bing Crosby, Ned Washington, Victor Popular Young