Here she is, direct from the convent, miss dixie leonard.

I was alone on a shelf
In a world by myself.
Oh, where could my prince charming be?
But a man came along,
Made my life like a song,
And taught me these words of ecstasy,
Tenderly.

I want some huggin' and some squeezin'
And some muggin' and some teasin'
And some stuff like that there.
I want some pettin' and some spoonin'
And some happy honeymoonin'
And some stuff like that there.

I used to think that love
Was just a lot o' rubbish;
A mess o' cabbage, a mess o' cabbage.
But now my attitude
Is wholly lovey dovish,
And baby, you, you've done it!

I want some kissin' and some hopin'
And some missin' and some mopin'
And some stuff like that there.
I want some leapin' and some chasin'
And some weepin' and some pacin'
And some stuff like that there.

And when I get a certain feelin' I confess it.
There's really only one expression to express it.
I want some huggin' and some squeezin'
And some muggin' and some teasin'
And some leapin' and some chasin'
And some weepin' and some pacin'
And some stuff,
I want some stuff like that there.

I used to think romance was bunk,
A double mickey for the ickey.
But all at once my heart was sunk,
And baby, you, you've done it!

I want some kissin' and some hopin'
And some missin' and some mopin'
And some stuff like that there.
I want some leapin'a nd some chasin'
And some weepin' and some pacin'
And some stuff like that there.

And when I get a certain feelin' I confess it.
There's really only one expression to express it.
I want some huggin', squeezin',
Muggin', teasin' and some stuff,
Stuff like that there!
Oooooooooh!

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Writer(s): Jay Livingston, Raymond B. Evans