+Kiss of Myer
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The girls go crazy when they get a kiss from Myer.
A kiss from Myer is the acme of desire.
The kiss of Myer makes their temperature get higher.
The kiss of Myer lit the Great Chicago Fire.
He has a way that makes the ladies feel exalted.
He`ll take you out and treat you to a chocolate malted.
And some pistachio nuts, a nickel`s worth, unsalted.
And after that, little girl, you`re through.
He`ll try to lure you, one night when stars are twinkly,
He`ll call and say, Come over, we`ll watch TV.
But I assure you, you`ll see no Huntley-Brinkley,
`Cause Myer hasn`t got a TV set.
What does he need it?
He`d never use it.
To him, the Late Late Show is you!
The kiss of Myer is so sweet that none is sweeter.
The girls can`t wait for him to come and read their meter.
He`s known all over as the Bronx La Dolce Vita.
The Cary Grant of the Grand Concourse.
Whatever Myer wants, Myer gets.
And that`s his name.
His name is Myer Goetz!