The Secret Admirer Lyrics

She's got a sweet little a**et
That can take her places
Where they don't recall names
But they remember faces
She knows how to use those feminine graces
She spends a lot of time by the swimming pool
And if dancing was a brain disease
She'd be a dancing fool
And though she doesn't go to bed
On the first date as a rule...

She goes downtown
It's all marble and mirror
She casts sideways glances
She's got a secret admirer
She's the All-American
Made in America
Object of desire
Yes, yes she is
She drives a sporty little foreign job everywhere
She has a lifetime subscription to Vanity Fair
Her favorite charity
Is the man who does her hair

Well, the advertising boys buy it
And sell it as beauty
You run out to find a copy like
An unquestioned duty
It's no secret that the boys
At the disco call her 'Tooty'
Tooty fruity go-rooty
She goes to the disco
It's all chrome and mirror
She casts sideways glances
She's got a secret admirer
She's the All-American
Made in America
Object of desire
Yes, yes she is

She's got a sweet little a**et
She's got a sweet little a**et
She's got a sweet little a**...set