Another month, another poem. Here's the provocative lyrics to Julie London's titillating ditty.
Nice girls don't stay for breakfast
That's what they all say
From New York to Rome
Emily Post would surely say to her host
I've dug the evening the most
But please take me home
Nice girls don't stay for breakfast
And I'm a nice girl
You know that I am
If you're impressed
With these words I professed
I have just one small request
Pass the jam
Please pass the jam
Pass the jam
