Shirley Jean

Well, I was sittin' in a smokey room, band playin' rock n' roll Everybody burnin', yearnin' for some alcohol I got up to buy the wine, when I saw Shirley Jean Powdering her nose, posin' like a movie queen Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen Shirley Jean, she's a lovin' machine I tried to give her a sign but she was too high to see Sittin' and starin', carin' not a thing for me Sweet little Shirley Jean, sure lookin' good to me Jet black stockings, rockin' to the bebop beat Tell by the way she was actin', musta' had a whole lot to hide She's got a whole lotta lovin', all bottled up inside I ain't goin to say a word, can't find a word to say You ain't gonna get me, let me tell you right away I gave up and wandered out, when I saw the reason why Hugging little Shirley, a curly headed honey pie Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen Shirley Jean, sweet little lovin' machine, well Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen Shirley Jean, she's a lovin' machine Well, Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen Shirley Jean, she's a lovin' machine Yeah, well, Shirley Jean Let me grease your machine Let me check your oil Sure looks good to me