Mae West - Page 54

I got a book the other day
And it thrilled me from head to toe
But this book is made to order
It's what ever girl should know so... I put away my knitting
To read it in a sitting
The mailman had told me
The book wouldn't hold me
Until page fifty four
The papers seemed to thicken
My reading seemed to quicken
My thumb was burning
From turning the pages
Until page fifty four I found fifty so nifty
Fifty one was a treat to the eye
I know the score by fifty four
And then watch the pages fly by
Though amber is the fashion
This book aroused my passion
It thrilled me and chilled me
The suspense darn near killed me
Until page fifty four I've read books about history
From King Arthur to Wittington's cat Of Caesar's grasp on Cleo's arm
Though I can talk plainer than that I'm right on fifty four now
There is no more to know now
But alas and alack
The book went back
And I got no luck
Cause I got the wrong catalog from Sears Robuck