Kitch

Ah, Bernice
Don't call me so
I don't like it, I want you know

Ah, Bernice
Don't call me so
I don't like it, I want you know

When you call me all this sweet name stupidness
Then you leave me and you gone, I stop foolish
Well, darling, you will give me misery
Well, hear the sweet name that Bernice calling me

Kitch, come go to bed
I have a small comb to scratch your head
Kitch, don't make me cry
You know I love you, you playing shy

Well, when she call me, I took the chance
I went and lie down, but she want romance
I said "But darling, I am misled
I thought you call me to scratch me head"
She say "But Kitchy Boy, you playing, you want to hide
You know the reason why I tell you come inside"
I say "Well darling, yes, I think I know your aim
But why you continue to call me by this name?"

Kitch, come go to bed
I got a small comb to scratch your head
Kitch, don't make me cry
You know I love you, you playing shy

Believe I'm weary, I can't make the tone
But then she would not leave me alone
She start to turn me and twist me so
Well, what she wanted I do not know

She say "I find you stopping long to understand
Well, how you acting like a child and not a man"
I say "Well darling, I don't understand your sign
How the dickens I could know what's in your mind?"

She say "Kitch, come go to bed
I have a small comb to scratch your head
And darling Kitch, don't make me cry
You know I love you, you playing shy"

Well now, the lady has me in hell
For what she doing, ashamed to tell
She put her left foot on top me spine
"Kitch, darling, you know me mine"
She say "Well, don't you see my eyes are getting red?
As if you want the blood to fly up in me head"
I say "Well, if it cause your death, it good for you
You suffering and you won't tell me what to do"

She say "Kitch, come go to bed
I got a small comb to scratch your head
And darling Kitch, don't make me cry
You know I love you, you playing shy"