The Sheik of Our High School
By Elva Walter
People call him "Lovin' Fool,"
He's the Sheik of our High School.
He's a mean love-makin', heart-breakin' fool;
And when he goes walking by
You hear the girlies sigh
"Boy! He's some man! Gee! Ain't he grand!
I'd die of Joy if he would hold my hand!"
If you can love like the Lovin' Fool,
You can have any girl in School.
Without writing notes or breaking a single rule,
They say that he's "The Sheik"'s younger brother
I've got to admit, he's some lover
They call him Lovin' Fool
He's the Sheik of our High School
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