Unnnhh!
Ahhhh!
Yeah!
She caught my eye at the formal function
Well she was, pretty high-cla**, that was my a**umption
Her gown was satin made to measure
And she wore shoes of patent leather
She's lookin' well-bred to me, I guess she's got her pedigree
I'm puttin' you in my Who's Who of Love
Well, I tried to take a chance if we could meet
But she stood there staring at her dainty feet
I found that she was not alone
She'd brought her aunt to chaperone
She's lookin' well-bred to me, I guess she's got her pedigree
I'm puttin' you in my Who's Who of Love
Take it!
She's lookin' well-bred to me, I guess she's got her pedigree
I'm puttin' you in my Who's Who of Love
Well, I tried to find out 'bout her family tree
If she had high-cla** genealogy
She seemed like she could be the one for me
She looked descended from nobility
She's lookin' well-bred to me, I guess she's got her pedigree
Puttin' you in my Who's Who of Love
Puttin' you in my Who's Who of Love
Puttin' you in my Who's Who...
Puttin' you in my Who's Who of Love
Who's Who of Love!