4.Treat Me Rough
Lyrics：Ira Gershwin
Music：George Gershwin
Verse：
When I was born, they found a silverspoon in my mouth;
I had a barber just to curl my hair.
If winter came, the mater carried me to the South;
The point is that I had the best of care.
Women and headwaiters fawned on me;
Life was just a bore till it dawned on me
That if I'd ever want to be a man among men,
I'd have to be manhandled now and then.
So
Refrain：
Treat me rough,
Muss my hair,
Don't you dare to handle
Me with care.
I'm not innocent child, baby;
Make me woolly and wild.
Treat me rough,
Pinch my cheek,
Kiss and hug and squeeze me
Till I'm weak.
I've been pampered enough, baby,
Keep on treating me rough.
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