Girls were made to love and kiss
And who am I to interfere with this
Is it well, who can tell
But I know the good Lord made them so

Am I ashamed to follow natures way
Shall I be blamed if God has made me gay
Does it pay, who can say
Im a man and kiss her when I can

Yet I have suffered in loves great deeps
I know the passion that never sleeps
I know the longing, the wronging of hearts
The hope that flatters and shatters and smarts

I suffer still but I sleep at nights
Man cannot always be on the heights
And now the aching and breaking is done
Flirting is jolly, its folly, but fun

Girls were made to love and kiss
And who am I to interfere with this
Does it pay, who can say?
Im a man and kiss her when I can
