Tekster: Shirley Temple. Oh, My Goodness!.

When I say it's day
you say it's night
When I say it's black
you say it's white
Tell me
What's wrong with you Baby?

When I say it's left
you say it's right
But when you say it,
you say it for spite
Gee whiz! What is wrong with you?
Why can't I get along with you?

At times I ought to hate you,
You make me feel so blue
But honest I can't hate you
when you smile at me the way you do
Oh, My Goodness!

Sometimes I want to leave you,

You tell such awful lies
But I could never leave you
when I look into those great big eyes
Oh, My Goodness!

I love you do you love me?
Honey if you don't, why don't cha?
Honey, if you won't, why won't cha?
Am I gonna have trouble with you?

I really ought to scold you
You'll have me old and grey
But when it's time to scold you
I hold you in my arms and say
oh my, oh my,
Oh, My Goodness!