Can I lick the chocolate off your ice cream wrapper,
Can I touch my hat when you walk by,
Can I be of service to your vacuum cleaner,
When it rushes off with a mad look in its eye.
But I'll never make you cry,
Cross my heart and hope to die,
If you'll just like me like you used to do.
Can I read the headlines of your evening paper,
Can I sit beside you if the bus is full,
Can I help you on and off the escalator,
Can I smile at you when you try to play it cool.
But I'll never make you cry,
Cross my heart and hope to die,
If you'll just like me like you used to do.
But whatever you do to me,
Don't ever let me be cut off from your heart.
But I'll never make you cry,
Cross my heart and hope to die,
If you'll just like me like you used to do,
Oh baby, like me like you used to do,
Like me like you used to do.
