Oh How That German Could Love

by Irving Berlin

Once I got stuck on a sweet little German,
And oh what a German was she.
The best that was walking, well what's the use talking,
Was just made to order for me.
So lovely, and witty, more yet she was pretty,
You don't know until you have tried.
She had such a figure, it couldn't be bigger,
And there was some more yet beside.

Oh how that German could love
With a feeling that came from the heart
She called me her honey, her angel, her money
She pushed ev'ry word out so smart
She spoke like a speaker, and oh what a speech
Like no other speaker could speak
Ach my what a German when she kissed her Herman
It stayed on my cheek for a week

This girl could squeeze, and it never would hurt
For that lady knew just how to squeeze
Her loving was killing, more yet she was willing
You never would have to say please
I just couldn't stop her, for dinner and supper
Some kisses and hugs was the food
When she wasn't nice it was more better twice
When she's bad she was better than good

Oh how that German could love
With a sweetness that's sweeter than sweet
Just say what you please, you would hug and you'd squeeze
Just the shoes that she wore on her feet
Her smile was like money that somebody owed you,
That somebody wanted to give.
When you felt like dying and she started sighing,
Ach my it was worthwhile to live.

Sometimes we'd love for a week at a time,
And it only would seem like a day.
How well I remember, one night in December,
I felt like the middle of May.
I'll bet all I'm worth that when she came on earth,
All the angels went out on parade.
No other one turned up, I think that they burned up,
The pattern from which she was made.

Oh how that German could love,
With a love like you see in a play.
When she said, "My dear," it would ring in my ear,
For a year, and a week and a day.
Her no was like yes, and her yes was like no,
It was something like yes, it was, well,
When we got together ach donner und vetter,
'Twas love with a capital "L".