Maybe you'll never be the love of my life, Maybe I'm not the boy of your dreams. But isn't it kind of fun to look in each other's eyes Swapping romantic gleams? Maybe you're not a girl to have and to hold, Maybe I'm not a boy who would stay. But isn't it kind of fun carousing around the town Dancing the night away? Isn't it kind of fun holding hands According to a sweet and corny custom? Isnt' it kind of fun making vows? Admitting that we both intend to bust 'em! Maybe we're out for laughs, a girl and a boy. Kidding across a table for two. But haven't ya got a hunch that this is the real McCoy And all the things we tell each other are true! I'm not a girl for sentimental tripe, I never go for the Romeo type. Over a dewy-eyed Juliet No one has seen me drool yet. I don't say our heats are tied By love's eternal teather But using words less diginified, Isn't it kind of fun to be together? Maybe we're out for laughs, a girl and a boy. Kidding across a table for two. But haven't ya got a hunch That this is the real McCoy And all the things we tell each other are true! But haven't ya got a hunch That this is the real McCoy And all the things we tell each other Are true!