Verse:

As a mousey little hen


I will nine times out of ten,


Being proper come a cropper

When I operate with men.


As a maiden most demure


I'm becoming I am sure,

More discerning,


Full of learning,


With a yearning for l'amour.

Chorus:


Wanna be naughty, naughty but nice,


See if I'm made of sugar and spice;

To all convention I call out 'Gangway!'


I confess that I wanna care less than Eva Tanguay.


Gladly I'd chance the stares of a few

If I could dance the Bunny Hug, too,


Suppose a stranger should arrange a t?te ? t?te,


While he becomes pleasant across a hot pheasant,

I'll put the whole thing on ice,


That's if I'm naughty, not very naughty,


Just sort o' naughty but nice.