Written by A.P. Carter
G I know a little girl and I want her for my wife, D she's pretty and sweet, neat little feet, G and never been kissed in her life. You can ask her for a kiss, she said, oh what a bore, D G every time she bows and declares, she'll never do so anymore, G C G Born to be a better girl and never kiss again, D afraid my ma might find it out and cause her great pain. G C You may walk and talk and hold my hand, but kissing is a crime, G D G I'll not kiss you anymore until next time. G I called at her house one night but I didn't intend to stay, D G she laid her head on my shoulder and said, “The old folks are away.” I kissed her a dozen times and someone came to the door, D G every time she bowed and declared she'd never do so anymore. G C G Born to be a better girl and never kiss again, D afraid my ma might find it out and cause her great pain. G C You may walk and talk and hold my hand, but kissing is a crime, G D G I'll not kiss you anymore until next time. G She'll see you too the door kiss and then goodnight, D G every time she bows and declares she'll never do so any more. G C G Born to be a better girl and never kiss again, D afraid my ma might find it out and cause her great pain. G C You may walk and talk and hold my hand, but kissing is a crime, G D G I'll not kiss you anymore until next time.