The Man I Can Charleston With

There is a man - I'll tell you about him:

He's fairly tall, has great panache,

Slicked black hair, pencil moustache,

Neat and dapper, handsome, smart,

A gentleman after my own heart!

A side parting, yes - and moving on,

A smile that outshines the sun.

Brown eyes has he, with visions deep

And soft lips that are mine to keep.

My man wear boaters, blazers, ties

Wears Oxford Bags (he's so fashion-wise)

The occasional monacle for his weak left eye

And a pocket watch to keep track of time.

And do you know - it's such a shame

I have to play this lonely game.

But there's nobody I can blame

For my lack of gents to claim

To fit the description of my beau -I guess that I'll just never know

The man I can Charleston with.

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