Oh Kay!: Don't Ask

If you're looking for a playmate
 There's a chap whose praises I'd sing
 You will find that he's a gay mate
 If you care for that sort of thing
 You'll be feeling dizzy when you've kissed him
 And you'll murmer "Oh, is this a system?"
 Who is the guy
 Oh me oh my
 Thinks you're peaches and pie
 Don't ask
 Who is the chap
 Who is the sap
 Love all over his map
 Don't ask
 Moon and stars, stars and moon, heaven above
 Lady, lady, someone's in love, oh!
 Who is the sheik
 Who'd make you weak
 With his parlor technique
 Don't ask!
 Are you sure he won't mislead us?
 Maybe it'll pay to take a chance
 Is satisfaction guaranteed us?
 You can count on that in advance
 He's the sort of chap to set your cap for
 He's the sort of bird the flappers flap for
 Who is the miss
 Who'd like a kiss
 If you have to know this
 Don't ask
 Is there a Jill
 Who'd like a thrill
 Be yourself, don't be sil'
 Don't ask
 But, oh my, she is shy, what will she do?
 Laddie, laddie, it's up to you, say
 No use to sigh
 Come on and try
 But will he satisfy?
 Don't ask!