Ain't She Sweet? - Lyrics - Gene Austin

Gene Austin was an American singer and songwriter, one of the first "crooners". His 1920s compositions "When My Sugar Walks Down the Street" and "The Lonesome Road" became pop and jazz standards.

There she is, there she is, That's what keeps me up at night. Oh gee ***, oh gee ***, That's why I can't eat a bite. Those flaming eyes, That flaming youth, Oh mister, oh sister, Tell me the truth. Ain't she sweet? See her coming down that street I ask you confidentially 'ain't she sweet?' Ain't she nice? Look her over once or twice I ask you confidentially 'ain't she nice?' Cast an eye in her direction Oh me, oh my, ain't that perfection I repeat Don't you think that's kind of neat I ask you confidentially 'ain't she sweet?' Tell me where, tell me where Have you seen one just like that? I declare, I declare That sure is worth looking at Oh boy, how sweet those lips be Oh gaze on her, doggoner' Answer me Ain't she sweet? See her coming down that street I ask you confidentially 'ain't she sweet?' Ain't she nice? Look her over once or twice I ask you confidentially 'ain't she nice?' Just cast a little old eye in her direction Oh me, oh my my my, ain't that perfection I repeat Don't you think that's kind of neat I ask you confidentially 'ain't she sweet?' Just cast an eye-why-why in her direction Oh me, oh my my my, ain't that perfection I repeat Don't you think that's kinda neat I ask you confidentially 'ain't she sweet?'