There are certain things that keep me guessing, though I try real hard to find them all. Well, I don't understand, so I'm confessing that I don't know just what it's all about. You see, I don't know the bad things from the good, because my mother never told me all she should. A man showed me a lavalier. He said, it's yours if you'll kiss me, dear. Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that, huh? I kissed him once, and he asked for more. Next week, he's bringing a jewelry store. Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that? Now, I was in the parlor with this fellow last night. I know why he kissed me, and he squeezed me so tight. But I don't understand a bit when he said, baby, you sure have it. What's it? Was there anything wrong in that? A man loaned me his Cadillac, and I said that I would bring it back. Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that? Well, it was so cold in that great big boat, so I just took his raccoon coat. Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that? I took my mother driving on that very same day, and she said, dear, you must return that car right away. But the funniest thing you'll never guess, I forgot his name and his address. Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that? Oh, tell me, tell me, say, was there anything wrong in that, huh? Now, I ask you, was there anything wrong with that? Such questions drive me crazy every day, something new. My poor brain gets hazy, don't know what to do. Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?