Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 130 6 Easy What is flirtation? Really, How can I tell you that? But when she smiles I see its wiles, And when he lifts his hat. 'Tis walking in the moonlight, 'Tis buttoning on a glove, 'Tis lips that speak of plays next week, While eyes are talking love. 'Tis meeting in the ball-room, 'Tis whirling in the dance; 'Tis something hid beneath the lid More than a simple glance. 'Tis lingering in the hallway, 'Tis sitting on the stair, 'Tis bearded lips on finger-tips, If mamma isn't there. 'Tis tucking in the carriage, 'Tis asking for a call; 'Tis long good-nights in tender lights, And that is -- no, not all! 'Tis parting when it's over, And one goes home to sleep; Best joys must end, tra la, my friend, But one goes home to weep! End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
What is flirtation? Really, How can I tell you that? But when she smiles I see its wiles, And when he lifts his hat.
'Tis walking in the moonlight, 'Tis buttoning on a glove, 'Tis lips that speak of plays next week, While eyes are talking love.
'Tis meeting in the ball-room, 'Tis whirling in the dance; 'Tis something hid beneath the lid More than a simple glance.
'Tis lingering in the hallway, 'Tis sitting on the stair, 'Tis bearded lips on finger-tips, If mamma isn't there.
'Tis tucking in the carriage, 'Tis asking for a call; 'Tis long good-nights in tender lights, And that is -- no, not all!
'Tis parting when it's over, And one goes home to sleep; Best joys must end, tra la, my friend, But one goes home to weep!
