My guy's shy.
No come-hither look in his eye,
No loud whistle when you walk by,
He's too shy.

My guy's shy.
There's so many things he can't say,
But he has me carried away, on a cloud.

He just loves me, but he loves me like a king.
When he loves me, I hear my wedding bells ringing.

Sweet and shy. A nice quiet sort of a Joe.
I mean that he's dreamy, not slow,---he's a prize.
He's so wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful,
I shout it out to the skies:
I was never shy.

Music and Lyrics copyright 1954-1979-1992-1998 by Louise Jackson Doyle

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